Apiádate de Él, Señor
Transitan el cemento,
miles de personas ya;
un nuevo día se ha iniciado,
tampoco hoy te reconocerán.
Estarás nuevamente,
en Suipacha y la peatonal;
tus pies, aunque con zapatos,
más abrigo reclamarán.
"Diarios", gritarás, "Diarios".
Hay muchos que ni te miran,
hay otros que dicen "no, no";
sólo hay pocos que dicen:
"Apiádate de él, señor".
"Diarios", gritarás, "Diarios".
Have Mercy on Him, Lord
They walk on the pavement,
millions of people now;
a new day has begun,
today they won't recognize you either.
You'll be there again,
in Suipacha and the pedestrian street;
your feet, even in shoes,
will still crave more warmth.
"Papers!" you'll shout, "Papers!"
There are many who don’t even look at you,
there are others who say, "no, no";
only a few will say:
"Have mercy on him, Lord."
"Papers!" you'll shout, "Papers!"