Bajo Sombras
Alla, debajo del puente,
Bajo su sombra.
En un hoyo por cobijo,
Sueña con bombas.
No sabe de donde viene,
No sabe ni quien es.
No sabe, nisiquiera
Que dia es.
Al otro lado de la acera
Va caminando,
Con siete meses en su vientre,
Anda trabajando.
No sabe a que hora,
No sabe como fue.
No sabe, nisiquiera,
De quien es.
Y por atras de la embajada,
Vive fernando.
Con cartones de paredes
Y perros de guardia.
Y unas cuadras adelante,
Un niño "flexeando".
Con la inocencia en el rostro,
El anda volando.
No sabe de donde viene,
No sabe quien es
No sabe, nisiquiera,
Que dia es
Todo el mundo sabe de eso
Y no se hace nada.
Todo el mundo se da cuanta,
No les importa nada.
Todo el mundo pasa pasa y
Todos dan la espalda.
Y aquellos niños indefensos
La pagan bien cara.
Under Shadows
There, under the bridge,
In its shadow.
In a hole for shelter,
Dreaming of bombs.
Doesn't know where it comes from,
Doesn't even know who it is.
Doesn't know, not even
What day it is.
On the other side of the sidewalk
It walks along,
With seven months in her belly,
She's out there working.
Doesn't know what time it is,
Doesn't know how it happened.
Doesn't know, not even,
Whose it is.
And behind the embassy,
Lives Fernando.
With cardboard for walls
And guard dogs.
And a few blocks ahead,
A kid's flexing.
With innocence on his face,
He's out there flying.
Doesn't know where it comes from,
Doesn't know who he is.
Doesn't know, not even,
What day it is.
Everyone knows about this
And nothing gets done.
Everyone realizes,
They don't give a damn.
Everyone just walks by
And turns their backs.
And those defenseless kids
Pay a heavy price.