En Una Esquina
En una esquina cualquiera
De nuestra linda ciudad
Es muy posible que veas
A un tipo extraño que aunque no lo creas
Duerme y defeca en la propia vereda
En la vestimenta y su mirada
Claramente se le denota
Que su vida ya está rota
Y no hay más por que luchar
Porque se dejó atrapar
Por la vorágine de la sociedad
Parece que mira, pero no mira
Parece que vive, pero no vive
Entonces describe, con sus apariencias
Las crueles falencias de la sociedad
Su bolsa grandota no guarda ilusiones
Pues estas murieron con los empellones de la sociedad
Y no hay más por que luchar
Porque se dejó atrapar
Por la vorágine de la sociedad
Por el boulevard
Lo verás pasar
Por el boulevard
On a Street Corner
On a random street corner
In our lovely city
It's very possible that you'll see
A strange guy who, believe it or not
Sleeps and shits on the sidewalk
In his clothing and his gaze
It's clearly evident
That his life is already broken
And there's no more to fight for
Because he let himself be caught
By the whirlwind of society
It seems like he's looking, but not really looking
It seems like he's living, but not really living
So he describes, with his appearances
The cruel shortcomings of society
His big bag doesn't hold any hopes
As these died with the shoves of society
And there's no more to fight for
Because he let himself be caught
By the whirlwind of society
On the boulevard
You'll see him pass by
On the boulevard