Crías de Crías

The rain falls on the tin roofs,
Near the Pompeya neighborhood
The kids wait in the hallways
Among rough edges that can't be smoothed
Of why they brought us here
The animal acts on its instinct by procreating
When it sniffs danger

How to avoid dying
In someone's memory
Among the inertia of those born
And this immense garden
Of apparitions without a mother
Moonless nights that may come.

The milky dreams call to take charge
Of the next Argentines
Father is not only the one who provides sustenance
But the one who shows a destiny

Forgetting about myself
A smile tans my skin
And the pain has turned into honey
In my bronze heart
Sharing from this loneliness
My life is becoming more bloodied
And the metal resting in joy
While the sun sets
While the sun sets

How to avoid dying
How much sperm into the air
Without the memory of a past full of courage
In this immense garden
Of an orphaned gaucho in the blood
Flesh of our flesh
Flesh of our flesh

The rain falls on the tin roofs
Near, near
The rain falls on the tin roofs
The rain falls on the tin roofs
Near, near
The rain falls on the tin roofs
Near the Pompeya neighborhood.