Fuimos los patitos feos [English translation]

We grew inventing backwards stories

breaking a doll to know what was

or stealing coins on coffee shop tables

We were the ugly ducklings by chance

We were born different to the others

We went to school we had to learn

Teachers, old witches smelling like paper

they tried to teach us the importance of the three

the life of some hero who fought without stopping

or how the word daddy was stressed

While our eyes were dreaming of the sea

We kept studying even without understanding

why they explained us that love wasn't ok

that sex was garbage for pure people

Our minds were burning without knowing why

And so we kept growing until the sixteen

We danced with the Beatles we sang Yesterday

We learned a profession to be able to eat

Artists of basement concerts by profession

A piano with ten chairs very little to offer

A sad or a happy song in the start

Good night everybody! The show will begin!

We were telling issues of our own reality

Very cheap costumes of low quality

Corrientes1 was a dream. Who could imagine

the ordinary ugly ducklings could reach

to great stages and neon signs

and a loudmouth impresario apologizing to us

And time went passing, what can we tell

absences, disagreements, other dead ducklings

dreaming so many dreams going adrift

hunger, sadness, pain, the surprise

of seeing that in foreign lands

being free wasn't weird and that a poor duckling could be loved

The pretty ducklings went to bath

and the smallest ones wanted to stay

The biggest duck wanted to beat us

and for being different by need

we became swans to be able to fly.

1. The street Corrientes, that used to be full of theaters

• Artist:Nacha Guevara
• Album:Los Patitos Feos (1984)