Y mi padre no sabía
Y mi padre no sabia y mi madre no entendia
Y mi pueblo ni idea tenia, ni idea, qué iba a tener
Ese barco se alejaba esa mañana
A buscar otra mañana
A una América temprana que quería amanecer,
quería florecer
Pequeña rama en flor
Dentro del ciclón y el Ecuador
Tempestad y amor
Por el Atlántico hacia el sol
Río de la Plata, aquí estoy
Primeros pantalones, primeras ilusiones,
Primeros optimismos, primeros corazones
Hola, qué tal? me llamo Juan, Pedro, Julián, da igual
A mí me gusta mirar los ojos
Me gusta sonreir, me gusta renacer
Para morir y volver a nacer otra vez
Hola, qué tal? me llamo igual
Y mi padre nos decía que vayamos a la escuela
Manga de bruto, atorrante, vago de mierda
A él no lo dejó su tiempo, ni su tierra, ni su gente,
Ni su guerra.
Nosotros fuimos a la escuela a buscar otra mañana
Y la maestra ni idea tenía, ni idea, qué iba a tener
Pequeña rama en flor
Dentro del ciclón y el Ecuador
Tempestad y amor
Hermana América aquí estoy
Un hijo nuevo yo te doy.
Dormite chiquito, dormite tranquilo
Que al fin todos juntos la vamos a hacer
And my father didn't know
And my father didn't know and my mother didn't understand
And my town had no idea, no idea, what was going to happen
That ship was sailing away that morning
To seek another morning
To an early America that wanted to dawn,
wanted to flourish
Small flowering branch
Inside the cyclone and the Equator
Storm and love
Across the Atlantic towards the sun
River Plate, here I am
First pants, first illusions,
First optimisms, first hearts
Hello, how are you? My name is Juan, Pedro, Julián, it doesn't matter
I like to look into eyes
I like to smile, I like to be reborn
To die and be born again
Hello, how are you? My name is the same
And my father told us to go to school
Bunch of brute, rascal, lazy piece of shit
His time didn't leave him, nor his land, nor his people,
nor his war.
We went to school to seek another morning
And the teacher had no idea, no idea, what was going to happen
Small flowering branch
Inside the cyclone and the Equator
Storm and love
Sister America here I am
A new son I give you.
Sleep little one, sleep peacefully
Because in the end we will all make it together