Elegia Para Un Rajao
José Larralde
Elegy for a Quitter
The point is running through the crack
That the boss gave him work
There is no more room for pain or outrage
What a fucking life!
What fixed it!
They say his wife is screwed
From eating wind he burst
That from a long time ago
It's already a lambida
Not even a spit, they say
What won
For always losing
He earned a laugh
They gave him the street
But he fell
Bad habit of collecting beatings
Without ever saying: What fixed it?
He gathered silence as if for a funeral
Whatever comes along, it's always fixed
He goes down life like a poor dog
Chewing the tartar of an old cough
It was played for nothing when there was enough for everything
He never cheated
He screwed up his honor
And you have to be a man
That today he bends his elbow
He says softly
Bitch who threw it away
The point is running through the crack
That the boss gave him work
There is no more pain left for him
No outrage
What a fucking life!
What do I fix?
