Yira yira

When luck is grela,
fayando y fayando
will make you stop;
when you're well on your way,
without direction, desperate;
When you have neither faith
nor yesterday's grass
drying in the sun;
when you slit the tamangos
looking for that mango
that will make you bite...
the indifference of the world
-that is deaf and mute-
you will just feel.

You will see that everything is a lie,
you'll see that nothing is love,
that the world cares nothing...
Yira!... Yira!...
Even if life breaks you,
even if a pain bites you,
never wait for help,
nor a hand, nor a favor.

When the batteries are dry
of all the bells
that you press are dry,
looking for a fraternal chest
to die embraced...
When they leave you lying
after cinching
the same as me.
When you know that next to you
they try on the clothes
that you're going to leave...
You'll remember this otario
who one day, tired,
began to bark!