Debajo del puente [English translation]

Under the bridge, in the river

there is a world of people,

down there, in the river, at the bridge

And on the bridge

the pending business,

the people passing,

who look and don’t feel

Tomatoes, lettuce

and bread from the market,

I love you, I hate you,

You tire me.

And on the bridge

the same old things

I don't want to look at you,

I don't want to love you

coffee with sugar,

lottery and oblivion,

who knows about the world

under the river.

Under the bridge in the river

there is a world of people,

down there, in the river, at the bridge

And on the bridge

the street, the school,

the children, the screams,

you go without a kiss,

your love and the traffic jam,

the urgency overwhelms me,

the days that pass,

the shit you step in.

And on the bridge

the chill of eight o’clock,

What's yours is yours,

what is mine is mine,

posters and bags

bag snatches and oblivion,

anyone will sell you

a ticket as far as the river

Under the bridge in the river

there is a world of people,

down there, in the river, at the bridge

And on the bridge

are those of above

are those from below,

which is less than above,

and then there is the bridge,

which is less than below.

I think of my house,

my love, my job.

Under the bridge in the river

there is a world of people,

down there, in the river, at the bridge

• Artist:Pedro Guerra