No tan buenos aires

I already feel that I am
Radiant to return
I take into account that the diamond
Is coal
With twice as many songs
Trying to change
Emotion for song
I also do it for my own good
And for my favorite suicidal hobby
Real rock, with friendship
I take a breath again
To greet Buenos Aires
I go back to the stick
To a city of the stick
Where your team is the most venerated
Although it sounds exaggerated, but it's true
I'm in the city of the ball
The lie stretches
And the ball is the feeling
And it's good to find someone awake
I take a breath again
To greet Buenos Aires again
Total apocalypse now
The invisible side of flexible dream
Of the global Argentina
And I come to the city
That I truly know
Where my people live
And those who are no longer here
And then as always
With a transparent madness
That I repeat every time I return
Because sometimes it seems like I'm
But I'm leaving
But a city besides cement
Is flesh and bone and blood
And I'm always arriving to greet
The airs
I take a breath again
To greet Buenos Aires
In summary
I can be with my mom eating
Or laughing without guffaws or retching
Or doing stupid things
Say dangerous things
Or too many
But nothing matters
Buenos Aires is mine
And I wouldn't change it
I keep it with all its filth
That's why I return, stir up
A couple of times a year
Buenos Aires
I'm similar to another also similar
We still keep the badge
That we believe we sometimes deserve
Not to be from anywhere
At best
We will be a world apart
I take a breath again
To greet Buenos Aires
My beloved Buenos Aires
I love you from afar
And I miss you up close
That's why I return and stir up
A couple of times a year
Here the light doesn't decide
One wants something and asks for it
But still out of innocence they screw you over
But almost all of us have
More or less some friendly control
The city is a witness
Old airs
You're poor and without a future, I'll lend you twenty pesos
And buy whatever you want
I can't give you work
I can try to understand you
And if some cousin gives you a gun
You have a clearer path
I don't like it but it's logical that it happens, yes some thieves and scumbags
Have seventeen houses
I justify with reservations the shotgun
It's horrible but it was foreseeable
That doesn't ruin the people of Argentina
We were born disoriented
And they educated us like idiots
And you never had anything
But on a Sunday you can win
Your mom prepares the empanadas
And you have a feeling, the wind
Although you like to stir things up
You can get emotional
And wait for a rematch
You feel alive in the stadium
You feel alive in the square
Smoking something, laughing at nothing
And with everything against you
I congratulate you, you have a couple
You won't make it, but always
Always with pride
I take a breath again
To greet again
Buenos Aires my favorite sewer