Marrón [English translation]

Brown, brown

By the villa streets

My song, it splinters me

Two children fighting

By a ray of sun

Misery, ii's so ugly

Misery, what happened

Let us see you

Your mirror of cardboard

Brown, brown

The moon of your night

It was a cotton moon

The cold lasted

Earning the charcoal

Wrapped in dew

A perfect sleepyhead

Dreamed some barren land

His brass dream

Brown, brown

Loan me a smile

An illusion, I change you

Where do I take flowers

If not to some balcony

If pain is left over

If it lacks reason

Where do I take flowers

If no one planted them

Little newsboy, withers

Childhood and joy

Washes clothes night and day

Luster, luster so brown

Moneymaker without money

Don't be afraid of the thief

By the villa streets

My song, it splinters me

• Artist:Mercedes Sosa