Los futuros murguistas [English translation]

A shadow near the half barrel grill

Without a buck in his pocket

With the sweater on his shoulders

Slicked back hairstyle

Studying the rehearsal

Rushing the embers

Quietly coveting

The paint and the desguise

Peeping at the girls

Of a January night

Measuring the glasses

Of the ones in the bar counter

The future murguista

Sponges a cigarrette

While they set clear for him

You don't come if you're underage

He'll talk about his childhood

When the moment comes

Without saying it in words

Without naming the pain

It will be enough with his accent

In the starry night

In the group of middle voices

With a people around

Where are they from?, where do they come out?

The heirs of the tradition

Listen to another voice, whose it is?

The murga lives, nobody teaches it anywhere

The boys know it and later they want to sing

Illuminating the past

Challenging the future

Denouncing the present

With a simple ritual

The future murguistas

Come to see every night

The murga rehearsing

The future carnival.

There are traditions that are deader than a pharaoh

Who dances the Pericon?

Who gives the communion to the kid?

There are others living in the corners of the city

The boys know it and later they want to sing