Vigilante Medio Argentino

Now that I'm grown up I must have realized
that not everything is so good
behind the six entrance door
are the sirloin steak and the wine.
There are the neighbors almost always obeying
the fate of the Argentinian middle guard,
there's the lady everyone adores
and she's a perfect grandmother
but to a poor kid
who smoked on a corner,
without bothering anyone,
she sent the police
the kid got
a rough time of two days inside
and the old lady never knew
that the pointer was her grandson
that the pointer was her grandson.
There's the doorman or building manager
sometimes a friend but, in general,
he's the go-and-tell of the exceptional ...
They're in the federal capital!
In provinces also the feudal guard
the owner of lives for example in Catamarca
jails black kids and closes the door on them
and his children, educated with all severity,
made the ticket for María Soledad.
This progressive legislator who ends up voting
for the good of the neighbors,
he seems the same to be a transvestite or a murderer.
It's the divine destiny, so refined, so Western and Christian,
cosmopolitan and Parisian,
so typical of the streetwise but not that of Don Gato
the Argentinian guard is also cheap
the Argentinian guard is also cheap,
it's the very refined style
of the Argentinian middle guard.