Wake up!

Wake up!
Its not about your wish,
having a fever or being cold,
its about bringing the bread home.
Get dressed!
Don't wake the children up,
and you'd better hurry up
or you'll miss the train.
Who knows?
may be you are lucky today,
if there are only a lot of people traveling,
you might be able to check out a newspaper,
standing up and far away from it.

Wake up!
If you are poor you don't have rights,
and you have many stomachs to feed.
Wake up!
To work for twelve hours
and get paid a few coins,
so that you can just try to fight.
Who knows?
May be the train back
comes in time today,
may be you can have supper
with your family at once.

You believed that justice
would come to this world.
You believed the promises
of the candidates.
And now,
it turns out that they took from you
even your right to complain,
“at least you still have your job”
says a well dressed guy,
“otherwise look Bartolo”,
he ended up in the street.

Wake up!
Because when the taxes come,
the only payers are those who can't pay
and you are against the wall.
Your life,
is only about taking care of others' lives,
without relief for your fatigue,
even if you are thirsty or hungry.
At this circus,
directed by the wild beasts,
in which the street is the arena,
you are the acrobat,
don's fall down, there is not net!

Wake up!
Its not about desire,
wake up!
You'll be late,
its already 6 AM !

Cool guy

Who would guess that some time ago
you were such a cool guy?
And that fights for your love
were common at school.
You used to smoke in the restrooms
and take live as a game,
you were successful with women,
you were a whole winner.

You were always absent at gymnastics class,
being lazy was your credo,
you failed even in recess,
holidays and disinfection.
Good friend of alcohol,
exhausted during day and night,
in the best part of your life,
you forgot a lesson.

Cool guy!
Today you are just your remembrances,
your love successes and adventures
that you remember in your solitude.
No one,
remembers you
and you are throwing the towel
without wanting to fight any more.
Cool guy!
Life gave you an “absent”,
timed out and suspended
your dreams of gallant.
No one,
plays hocki with the pass of the time
or keeps the change
from the gone hours.

Today I saw you,
asking free meat at the butcher's,
your smile is gone
and you are coughing a lot.
So many Aprils twisted you
as a fishing cane,
during your successful years,
you didn't ensure yourself a love.

Today you have less demand
than a cab driver in a highway,
and you aren't even e breeze
of the winner wind you were.
You ruined your engine,
speeding during the previous lap,
you were just dribbling
and forgot to score.

Dear neighborhood

Dear neighborhood you look the same, but worst,
you are a parade of holes and safety bars,
I don't even recognize my mom's house,
the little key she gave me doesn't work any more.
Dear neighborhood you look the same, but worst,
there aren't any more glass windows and everything says “for sale,”
and the only grass that can grow up dies,
shadowed by the black super mall.

Where are your kids in their bikes?
Where are your street games and your calm?
It looks that they even robed your soul
and fenced your heart.

Where are those girlfriend's kisses on the side of the street?
Walking back home late and fearless?
Just two lights shine in your night,
at the remise and at the ward's hut.

Dear neighborhood you look the same, but worst,
it looks like you don't even want to fight,
because the names of those who killed you,
look bully on a grey wall.

Dear neighborhood you look the same, but worst,
they betrayed you using your dreams,
now you don't own your things, not even your life,
my dear neighborhood you look the same... the same I do!

Recycled lunfardo milonga

Don't get mad at that guy,
he is crazy and for sure told you all wrong.
Not even when a dude promises you “dude, come back tomorrow,
your stuff will be all set.”
And when a man tells you there are no trains
and you get pissed at him because there is a lot to walk,
put you shoes to work ,
relax! its just a general labor strike.

If you see two guys on a car looking at you,
you'd better run before they show you a gun,
because for sure they'll rob you,
and I wish you luck being naked in the street.
With some mangos you are ok, with 100 you're even better,
1,000 is something bigger, not to mention 1,000.000,
I'm talking about money,
and without a cooper you don't have enough to eat.

The bus is full and some one touches your girlfriend,
break the mouth of whoever did it,
if he is so brave he'll have to face consequences,
take a cab if you want philosophy.
Stay calm if some dude skips a ten blocks line
going with a big fish.
You know that word, its “help”
and in our country its older than tango.

That's the way street and its codes are.
That's the way it is in the city of Buenos Aires,
I give you this data for you to dig it,
so that you understand something when you come.
Here in the street we talk this slang,
mixture or Italian, Spanish and Sanatero.
It's the recycled lunfardo, that hit a deep stab,
very deep in our Argentinean hearts.