Mi Primera Chamba Lyrics English Translation by La Pirris, Eladio Chambion
My first job
I remember the day
I fell in love with the job
My old man arrived with a smile
He told me, “You’ve done your job.”
I asked for another job
And told him I know how to work
He said, “Of course, buddy
Otherwise, how will you eat?”
If the job calls, I’ll take it
You know me, I’m not new
I signed a contract on a piece of paper
I joined a job that doesn’t even pay the wage
I know I’m looking for a job
Day and night, I work
One worker recognizes another
I was born without a job, and I’ll die with a job
Like my grandfather, from job to heaven
I asked for so much work; I have to carry cement
***, when will they pay me my salary?
I’m looking for a job
Day and night, I work
One worker recognizes another
I was born without a job, and I’ll die with a job
If the job calls, I’ll go for it
I live every day
As if it were Monday, you understand?
My mother tells me I’ve been working since the womb
They want to take me away from the job because of my fever
I keep sweating hard at my work
I started working every day, so I left my studies
Carrying cement, I get tough
I’m making money to get out of the neighborhood
I earn fifteen pesos a day
I’m soaking up the sun; I never miss a day
I have about four calluses in the same spot
The job is a pleasure; I’m making money
After finishing lunch
I go to work
With the workers, working like a god
And my boss tells me, “Stay focused
The job is my life; now it’s your turn.”
I work without them noticing
I have the cunning, I know I got paid today
And they don’t pay me even though they exploit me
I sweat a lot for my bosses
The job loves me, my brother
Hey, and the tough guys respect me
My old man Inspirel wants me to make it
Hey, nobody fires me from the job
I know I’m looking for a job
Day and night, I work
One worker recognizes another
I was born without a job, and I’ll die with a job
Like my grandfather, from job to heaven
I asked for so much work; I have to carry cement
***, when will they pay me my salary?
Damn job
How I hate you, son of a ***
I want you, I adore you, and I love you
Behind the job
Those bosses never close their eyes, or we don’t rest
Lord of the job
I don’t have a break, I work harder every day
My boss pays my whole salary
With the workers, we celebrate later
I see the job
But sometimes we look for the jobs ourselves
I’m with my paycheck
The sweat on my face shows what I’ve sacrificed
There’s no other option
The shovel slips, we work, we mix the mix
No time for leisure
I go outside: “Mom, I got paid”
Hey, I’m a remarkable figure
My diet has begun; the job saturates
All morning
We see all those who don’t wake up for nothing
Hey, I arrive at work
They tell me to get the mix; it dries very hard
Hey, they say they’re tired
I laugh silently; they don’t last
Hey, they don’t last
They’re at the job, but they don’t last
They say, “We work hard”
But when they say it, you can see the doubt on their faces
I’m on the job with dust in my eyes
Right now, Shakira, invoice
I’m at work
I sweat like crazy, with all the workers, and some of them are hungover
If the job calls, I’ll take it
You know me, I’m not new
I signed a contract on a piece of paper
I joined a job that doesn’t even pay the wage
I know I’m looking for a job
Day and night, I work
One worker recognizes another
I was born without a job, and I’ll die with a job
Like my grandfather, from job to heaven
I asked for so much work; I have to carry cement
***, when will they pay me my salary?
I’m looking for a job
Day and night, I work
One worker recognizes another
I was born without a job, and I’ll die with a job