Chicos de La Calle
Raúl Porchetto
Street Kids
Sleeping on the street
Waking up in the sky
They look at you sideways
They ask for coins
They don't know about trends
They've never been to school
They don't dream of bikes
Nor do they expect to be stars
Their home is a bench
In the square or station
Their life slips away
And the wind is all that's left
For them, it's all the same
Winter, heat
Night, day
Moon, sun
They are the children
Who neither cry nor laugh
Who have no love
Nor light to guide them
They are the children
Who wait for me
Who wait for you
Who wait for God
Sleeping on the street
Waking up in the sky
They look at you sideways
They ask for coins
They don't know about trends
They've never been to school
They don't dream of bikes
Nor do they expect to be stars
They are the children
Who neither cry nor laugh
Who have no love
Nor light to guide them
They are the children
Who wait for me
Who wait for you
Who wait for God
