Mala Herencia
Abuela Coca Lyrics

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No era tan distinta que otras
Noches que vos vagabas por ahí
Era el mismo barrio, era tu mismo escenario, vivir.
Era de comprarse cigarros, era de juntar chirolas e ir
Era de volver a refugiarte en tu tesoro y sentís
Que algo en vos se quebró
Triste tu diapasón
Y no sale la voz

Y callás tus ganas de arreglar el mundo solo con curitas
Y algo de amor.

No era tan distinto que otros
Muchos pibes que viven con dolor
Era crudo invierno, era en la calle durmiendo, eras vos.
Era de detener el tiempo
Era de llevarlo a casa a dormir, era ese tu cuento
Más quedaste en el lamento y sentís
Que algo en vos se quebró..

La indiferencia, mala herencia, con tu conciencia
No podrá.

Overall Meaning

The song "Mala Herencia" by Abuela Coca talks about the pain of living in poverty and the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of despair. The lyrics suggest that while the singer's experiences may not be unique, they are still deeply personal and impactful. The song describes a world where poverty is a constant, where survival depends on buying cigarettes and scraping together enough change to get by. It's a world where people are forced to sleep on the streets, where time seems to stand still. The singer can feel something within them breaking, and they struggle to find their voice or to bring about change. In the end, they feel trapped by their own sense of despair, but they also recognize that their own indifference may be contributing to the problem. It's a powerful and emotional song that speaks to the experiences of many people living in poverty and struggling to find a way out.

Line by Line Meaning

No era tan distinta que otras
Your past wasn't much different from other nights you roamed around aimlessly.

Noches que vos vagabas por ahí
Those were the nights you wandered around with no clear purpose.

Era el mismo barrio, era tu mismo escenario, vivir.
It was the same old neighborhood, the same stage where you lived your life.

Era de comprarse cigarros, era de juntar chirolas e ir
You used to buy cigarettes, gather some coins, and go out.

Era de volver a refugiarte en tu tesoro y sentís
You used to come back to your treasure and feel safe.

Que algo en vos se quebró
Something in you broke down.

Triste tu diapasón
You're feeling low, your voice sounds sad.

Y no sale la voz
You can't find your voice to express your feelings.

Y callás tus ganas de arreglar el mundo solo con curitas
You keep silent about your desire to fix the world with temporary solutions.

Y algo de amor.
But you still hold onto some love.

No era tan distinto que otros
Your experiences weren't unique, many kids suffer too.