El hombre de la calle [English translation]

The man of the street

gets through the storm,

stubborn, with a hat,

walking hunched.

He stops in front of a kiosk,

a headline distracts it,

and he goes on, like always,

like everything in the city.

Don't talk to me about him,

don't talk to me for him,

because I see him on every corner

and I hear him at the café.

The man of the street

says: "I can't stand you anymore",

in the middle of the speech

he moves the dial sharply.

He knows that man

will never see him in his home,

neither the wine, neither the table

will share with him.

Don't talk to me about him,

don't talk to me for him,

because I see him on every corner

and I hear him at the café.

The man of the street

keeps going to work,

stubborn, with a hat,

beyond a storm.

Sometimes he buys a newspaper,

he takes it to peek

the photos of the match

in the back page.

Don't talk to me about him,

don't talk to me for him,

because I see him on every corner

and I hear him at the café.

Don't talk to me about him,

don't talk to me for him,

because I see him on every corner

and I hear him at the café.