Sitting in a circle
we wanted kisses and joints
and the hours passed quickly
between smoke and laughter.
You died to return ...
With a withered forehead, Gardel sang
and, between quotations from Borges, Evita danced with Freud.
It has already rained since that downpour until today ...
(Chorus)
I went every Sunday
to your post on the trail to buy
crumb carriages, tin soldiers,
with a wave from the Andalusian sea I wanted to fall in love,
but you did not want more love than the Rio de la Plata
The storm lasted until the 80's
Then the sun was drying clothes, from old Europe
there is no nostalgia worse than longing for what never happened ...
Send me a postcard of San Telmo, goodbye take care
and the whistle of the train rang between you and me.
(Chorus)
I went every Sunday
to your post on the trail to buy
puppets of bread crumbs, tin horses,
with a wave from the Andalusian sea I wanted to fall in love,
but you had no other love than the one in the Rio de la Plata
Those flags of the homeland of spring ...
To tell me that forgetfulness exists tonight have come ...
It felt so good
that beret pierced in the style of Ché ...
Buenos Aires is how you counted today I went for a walk
and when I arrived at the Plaza de Mayo he gave me
for crying and I started screaming: Where are you?
And I did not go back
to your post on the trail to buy
bread crumb heart, tin hats
and no one writes to me saying: 'I can not forget you,
ojálala that you were with me in the Rio de la Plata '
And I did not return anymore
to your post on the trail to buy
crumb carriages, tin soldiers ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)