Motivated by the annoying alarm of a clock,
a salesman gets up, news with the sun.
Early in the morning, to go back soon,
he goes to pick up, a package that awaits him,
newspapers on the sidewalk, more news to sell.
Good morning, greet you, those who go
for work,
from the window of a car, they also greeted him,
But if they know him very well, he sells
to all those people,
a newspaper of always, of tomorrow and of yesterday.
Chorus:
(Extra, extra, extra, you can hear everywhere,
his job is to sell, a newspaper of always).
And early in the morning, you know
is lifting,
and the newspaper on the corner, a while ago
waiting, and look at it.
But the one who sells, the one who sells, the one who
sell the piece of paper,
under the sun never in the shade,
I tell you with pride my little brother,
sweat country and do honor.
Remember that little boy, who sold it to you,
But what do the kids that you look for pay him?
that he has earned it very well.
He is a seller of hope, he sells you
with taste,
and dreaming the day passes like me, but with
A better future.
And here on page eleven, the musicians
alarming,
they have played so much salsa, and still
They have not charged.
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The sun comes out in the morning and again
I'm going to sell.
News to let you know that this
happening to José.
May rainstorm that is going to fall,
uh ... it's going to fall.
Last news, they closed the marginal
the pincheros, which pa another lao to sell.
And even if it rains today and tomorrow I,
I have to solve, I tell you so.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)