Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Argentinito , by - Leon Gieco. Release date: 31.12.2010
Song language: Spanish
El Argentinito(original) |
| Ese pequeño argentinito que llevamos |
| Va colgado como gajo de la mano |
| Bien peinado con corbata y mocasín |
| Va gritando sólo para hacerse ver |
| Saca la lengua mientra vamos caminando |
| Y se revuelca entre lo que descarte |
| Se persigna con el agua de cuneta de la insignia de ayer |
| Picapleitos paranoico y desconfiado |
| Va puteando con voz de ventrílocuo |
| Es apostólico, católico y romano |
| Delator, miliquito y monitor y |
| Festejo los goles de aquel mundial |
| Así los llantos de el no los pudo tapar |
| Conmemoró con mil banderas argentinas al borracho del balcón |
| Este pequeño argentinito que llevamos |
| Va colgado como gajo de la mano |
| Odia piquetes y a los pobres de la esquina |
| Guay si la que maneja el auto es una mina |
| Junta las ramas con espinas de los parques |
| Y te las clava en las patas hasta sangrar |
| Naturalmente es fracasado y te hace ver que aun perdiendo es ganador |
| Pone pajaritos en la licuadora |
| Y con un palo tumba horneros de pared |
| Se hace chupar por la ambulancia y la sirena |
| Y todos creen que esta allí por familiar |
| Y cuando ve la 31 del avión sueña |
| Con topadoras como solución |
| Vota inútiles y al tiempo te hace creer |
| Que jamás él los votó |
| Este pequeño argentinito que llevamos |
| Va colgado como gajo de la mano |
| Orina todas las macetas de la tía |
| Y le tira los gatitos del balcón |
| Pone dulce de leche en las zapatos de los amigos |
| Que quedaron a dormir |
| Ensarta sapos con las flechas de su arco |
| Y muestra su trofeo al fin |
| Periférico, vacío y egoísta |
| Cree que todo el mundo piensa en él |
| Rompe botellas en los tachos de comida |
| Así los pobres no se acercan ni a ver |
| Y se lleva la pelota del partido |
| Porque es suya y es un regalo del papa |
| Va enojado porque el gol que le metieron |
| No lo deja ya ganar |
| (translation) |
| That little argentinito that we carry |
| It hangs like a piece of the hand |
| Well groomed with tie and moccasin |
| He goes screaming just to be seen |
| Stick out your tongue while we're walking |
| And he wallows in what he discards |
| He crosses himself with the gutter water of yesterday's badge |
| Paranoid and suspicious shyster |
| He is bitching with the voice of a ventriloquist |
| He is apostolic, catholic and roman |
| Informer, soldier and monitor and |
| I celebrate the goals of that World Cup |
| So he couldn't cover his cries |
| He commemorated the drunk on the balcony with a thousand Argentine flags |
| This little argentinito that we carry |
| He hangs like a piece of the hand |
| He hates pickets and the poor on the corner |
| Cool if the one who drives the car is a mine |
| He gathers the thorny branches of the parks |
| And sticks them in your legs until they bleed |
| Naturally he is unsuccessful and makes you see that even losing he is a winner |
| Puts little birds in the blender |
| And with a stick he knocks down wall ovens |
| He gets sucked off by the ambulance and the siren |
| And everyone thinks he's there by family |
| And when he sees number 31 on the plane he dreams |
| With bulldozers as a solution |
| Vote useless and at the same time makes you believe |
| That he never voted for them |
| This little argentinito that we carry |
| He hangs like a piece of the hand |
| Piss all the pots from the aunt |
| And he throws the kittens off the balcony |
| Put dulce de leche in the shoes of friends |
| who stayed to sleep |
| He skewers frogs with the arrows of his bow |
| And shows her trophy of him at last |
| Peripheral, empty and selfish |
| He thinks that everyone thinks of him |
| Break bottles in food bins |
| So the poor don't even get close to see |
| And he gets the ball of the game |
| Because it's yours and it's a gift from the pope |
| He is angry because the goal they scored |
| He won't let him win anymore |