EL PIBE DELIVERY (track #10)

THE DELIVERY BOY
© Lucio Arce

Crossing the night like an arrow
There goes the delivery boy on his motorbike
Rollingstone fan like sneakers, helmet on his head
Daring streetlights with supple wrist

In his rowdy wake, silence explodes
Open exhaust pipe, machine gun engine
Drilling the peace of the tennats,
The dreams of the neighbors lay shattered in ruins

CHORUS
Mercy! Mercy!
Mercy for the delivery boy!
Mercy, gentlemen, mercy!
For the delivery boy, I ask for mercy!

His nerves of steel, his skill, his audacity
Were no match for his disgrace
Among so many lights, his eyes didn’t see
A violent bus crossing on red

The ambulance arrived, among the confusion
And the sad gesture of that broken body
Bounty of a street person who walked by
Six were meat, six were ham and cheese (*)

CHORUS
Mercy! Mercy!
Mercy for the delivery boy!
Mercy, ma’am mercy!
For the delivery boy, I ask for mercy!

(*) Reference to empanadas, the typical Argentine turnover filled with meat, cheese, etc; regularly delivered by these young men.