El hombre de la calle
Jaime Roos
The man from the street
The man from the street
Crosses the storm
Stubborn, with a hat
Hunched as he walks
He stands in front of a kiosk
Distracted by a headline
And continues, as always
Like everything in the city
Don't talk to me about him anymore
Don't speak for him anymore
Because I see him on every corner
And I hear him in the café
The man from the street
Says 'I can't stand you anymore'
In the middle of the speech, he abruptly changes the channel
He knows that he will never see that man
In his home
Neither the wine nor the table
Will he share with him
Don't talk to me about him anymore
Don't speak for him anymore
Because I see him on every corner
And I hear him in the café
The man from the street
Continues to go to work
Stubborn, with a hat
Beyond a storm
Sometimes he buys a newspaper
Takes it to leaf through
The photos of the game
On the back page
Don't talk to me about him anymore
Don't speak for him anymore
Because I see him on every corner
And I hear him in the café
