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The Thrush

Juana Molina

El Zorzal

Muy cansado a la mañana,
Se levanta y va a trabajar
Es de noche y el zorzal
Ya despierto empieza a cantar

Son tres cuadras y allá va
El colectivo que iba a tomar
Toma otro y se sienta,
Se adormece, empieza a soñar

Una playa lejos de acá con caracoles y su mamá
Que le dice: -"ven para acá, come una fruta y ve a nadar"-

Se despierta y sobresalta,
Su parada quedó allá atrás
Media hora. media hora más,
Otra vez le descontarán.

Va apurado y al llegar,
El portero dice -"¿qué tal?
Otra vez llegaste mal,
Sigue así y te van a echar"-

-"ven corriendo con tu mamá , una tormenta se va a largar
Vamos pronto a preparar una comida a tu papá"-

The Thrush

Very tired in the morning,
He gets up and goes to work
It's night and the thrush
Already awake starts to sing

It's three blocks and there he goes
The bus he was going to take
He takes another one and sits down,
He dozes off, starts to dream

A beach far from here with seashells and his mom
Who says to him: -"come over here, eat some fruit and go swimming"-

He wakes up startled,
His stop was left behind
Half an hour, half an hour more,
They will deduct from his pay again

He hurries and upon arriving,
The doorman says -"how are you?
Once again you arrived late,
Keep it up and they will fire you"-

-"come running with your mom, a storm is about to start
Let's quickly prepare a meal for your dad"-

Escrita por: Juana Molina