Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Los Salieris De Charly, artist - Leon Gieco. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: Spanish
Los Salieris De Charly(original) |
| Somos campesinos de la raza de altroque |
| Jamás un turista del famoso «¡deme tres!» |
| Nacimos en el pasto, asado y mucho vino |
| Pero nunca seremos un gordito argentino |
| Nos gusta la tierra, odiamos la ciudad |
| Mas sabemos que en el polvo no hay oportunidad |
| Andamos de aquí, andamos para allá |
| Chocamos al país diciendo la verdad |
| Menos mal, no somos cualquiera |
| Nunca nos odiaron en la escuela |
| Menos mal, no somos cualquiera |
| Nunca mentimos en la iglesia |
| Somos del grupo Los salieris de Charly |
| Le robamos melodías a él, ah, ah, ah… |
| Queremos ya un presidente joven |
| Que ame la vida, que enfrente la muerte |
| La tuya, la mía, de un perro, de un gato |
| De un árbol, de toda la gente |
| Compramos el Página, leemos a Galeano |
| Cantamos con la Negra, escuchamos Víctor Jara |
| Dicen, la juventud no tiene |
| Para gobernar, experiencia suficiente |
| Menos mal, que nunca la tenga |
| Experiencia de robar |
| Menos mal, que nunca la tenga |
| Experiencia de mentir |
| Somos del grupo Los salieris de Charly |
| Le robamos melodías a él, ah, ah, ah… |
| Aunque tengamos un equipo Robertone |
| Un Leme, un Ucoa para sacar la voz |
| Siempre sobrará para decirte fuerte |
| Si sos una mierda o no |
| En la Perla del Once compusiste «La balsa» |
| Después de la cana no saliste más |
| ¿Qué nos dirán por no pensar lo mismo |
| Ahora que no existe el comunismo? |
| Estarán pensando igual |
| Ahora son todos enfermitos |
| Estarán pensando igual |
| Ahora son todos drogadictos |
| Somos del grupo Los salieris de Charly |
| Le robamos melodías a él, ah, ah, ah… |
| El uno por ciento quiere esto torcer |
| El nueve por ciento tiene el poder |
| De lo que queda, el cincuenta solo come |
| Y el resto se muere sin saber por qué |
| Es mi país, es el país de Cristo |
| Damos todo sin recibir |
| Es mi país, es un país esponja |
| Se chupa todo lo que pasó |
| Menos mal que estamos acá |
| Nosotros no vamos a transar |
| Menos mal que estamos acá |
| Nosotros no vamos a parar |
| Somos del grupo Los salieris de Charly |
| Le robamos melodías a él, ah, ah, ah… |
| Somos tipos solos, comemos de la lata |
| Nos gusta el sol del Cementerio de Tilcara |
| Nos apura la Odeón, nos apuran los amigos |
| Nos gastan por teléfono pidiendo si tenemos |
| Les damos guita a los basureros |
| Vendemos muchos discos pero somos igual que ellos |
| ¿Qué culpa tenemos si vamos al bar más rasca |
| A tomarnos unos vinos con el borracho que nos canta? |
| Nos gusta Magaldi cantando chamamé |
| Siempre mencionamos a Pugliese |
| Troilo y Grela es disco cabecera |
| Siempre mencionamos a Pugliese |
| Somos del grupo Los salieris de Charly |
| Le robamos melodías a él, ah, ah, ah… |
| (translation) |
| We are peasants of the altroque race |
| Never a tourist of the famous "give me three!" |
| We were born on the grass, barbecue and a lot of wine |
| But we will never be a chubby Argentine |
| We like the land, we hate the city |
| But we know that in the dust there is no opportunity |
| We walk from here, we walk there |
| We shocked the country telling the truth |
| Luckily, we are not just any |
| They never hated us at school |
| Luckily, we are not just any |
| We never lie in church |
| We are from the group Los salieris de Charly |
| We stole melodies from him, ah, ah, ah… |
| We already want a young president |
| That love life, that face death |
| Yours, mine, a dog, a cat |
| From a tree, from all the people |
| We buy the Page, we read Galeano |
| We sing with La Negra, we listen to Víctor Jara |
| They say, the youth does not have |
| To rule, enough experience |
| Luckily, I never have it |
| experience of stealing |
| Luckily, I never have it |
| experience of lying |
| We are from the group Los salieris de Charly |
| We stole melodies from him, ah, ah, ah… |
| Although we have a Robertone team |
| A Leme, a Ucoa to get your voice out |
| There will always be enough to tell you loud |
| Whether you're shit or not |
| In the Perla del Once you composed “La balsa” |
| After the gray hair you didn't go out anymore |
| What will they tell us for not thinking the same |
| Now that there is no communism? |
| They will be thinking the same |
| Now they are all sick |
| They will be thinking the same |
| Now they're all junkies |
| We are from the group Los salieris de Charly |
| We stole melodies from him, ah, ah, ah… |
| The one percent want this twisted |
| The nine percent have the power |
| Of what is left, the fifty only eat |
| And the rest die without knowing why |
| It is my country, it is the country of Christ |
| We give everything without receiving |
| It's my country, it's a sponge country |
| It sucks everything that happened |
| Luckily we are here |
| We are not going to trade |
| Luckily we are here |
| We are not going to stop |
| We are from the group Los salieris de Charly |
| We stole melodies from him, ah, ah, ah… |
| We are guys alone, we eat from the can |
| We like the sun of the Tilcara Cemetery |
| The Odeon rushes us, our friends rush us |
| They spend us on the phone asking if we have |
| We give money to the dumpsters |
| We sell a lot of records but we are just like them |
| What fault do we have if we go to the most scratchy bar |
| To have some wine with the drunk who sings to us? |
| We like Magaldi singing chamamé |
| We always mention Pugliese |
| Troilo y Grela is the main album |
| We always mention Pugliese |
| We are from the group Los salieris de Charly |
| We stole melodies from him, ah, ah, ah… |