Muñequito

Brown little doll, the dirt stuck to you,
lying on the avenue, sitting on the doorstep.
Slowly you approach touching the waist,
another passerby who avoids you as they go by.
Na na na na na na,
na na na na na na,
na na na.
Reborn once again, the sun is lighting up,
his laughter fading and no one noticed.
Fatigue pushed him inside a booth,
to burn illusions that the day shattered.
Na na na na na na,
na na na na na na,
na na na na na na,
na na na.
CHORUS
And the kid grew up with mud on his face,
he stole a thousand cheap gold coins,
ignoring that behind him hides the dawn.
The street insisted with a hurtful embrace,
and we were left naked with no verse to sing,
slowly you approach touching the waist,
another passerby who stops as they go by.