Yira… yira... [English translation]

When fate, just like a whore,

cheats you again and again

and leaves you in the lurch…

When you're for good on the street,

without aim and in despair…

When you have neither faith,

nor yesterday’s yerba mate

drying off in the sun…

When you tore off the soles of your shoes

looking for that dough

that would have calmed your hunger…

You will only feel

the indifference of the world

which is just deaf and dumb.

You’ll understand that everything's a lie,

you’ll understand that there’s no love,

that the world doesn’t care and keeps

turning… turning…

Even if life would break you down,

even if pain would eat you up,

don’t expect any assistance,

nor a helping hand… nor someone’s favour.

Even if all the doorbells,

that you were pressing

in search of a fraternal heart,

not to die alone,

would not ring anymore…

Even if they would leave you abandoned

after your hard work,

as it happened to me...

When you notice that next to you

they try on the clothing

that you are going to leave behind…

you’ll recall that naive fool,

who one day, tired of living,

started yelling in despair.

You’ll understand that everything's a lie,

you’ll understand that there’s no love,

that the world doesn’t care and keeps

turning… turning…

Even if life would break you down,

even if pain would eat you up,

don’t expect any assistance,

nor a helping hand… nor someone’s favour.