La Villerita [English translation]

The villerita shanty of can, cardboard and badge,

She puts some lipstick, brushes her hair

Blond hair just dyed

That, until yesterday, it was black.

High heels for deception

Short years, seventeen

She just turned.

Fly away from the nest,

Grandma's covered

Sweet dreams,

My sweet boy...

Fly, fly away dreaming of having one day;

That worthy bliss, like any other girl,

Those she sees in magazines and makes her envious,

Bad seed, lost bullet...

Fly, fly up high her ambitions;

Dreaming of find some solutions for her life

And banish all the misery from its corners

Roof and shelter without deprivations...

I saw you naked,

Your cold, shameless body

Beneath the coat.

And, in love

For two cents the same judge

Who has convicted you.

Supermarket

Selling kisses, pleassure and bliss

For a couple of pesos.

Twenty windows

Before the bridge, with very little light

On the highway...

Fly, fly up high, don't let them reach you;

Fly up high, don't let the vultures of mud reaches you,

Those who only pull the handcart,

Eight-fourty 1

Fly, fly away, if you want to change your life;

Fly away before night darkens your days

My little dove! Clipped dove!

Fly, fly up high, don't let them reach you;

Fly up high, don't let the vultures of mud reaches you,

Those who only pull the handcart,

Eight-fourty, we have to catch them!

My little dove! Clipped dove!

My villerita! My little dove!

• Artist:Horacio Guarany