Setiembre Del 88

September 1988, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Dear friend, I received your letter from Italy
And I'm very glad to know that everything is fine
Here things remain the same, not transparent
The crisis wanders the streets and the sadness of the people
Is like a ship that never reaches its destination
I don't know what happened, I don't know how it was
But don't come back, I'll tell you why

If you could see how sad Argentina is
It has the gaze of walkers who no longer walk
It's dying of sorrow from so many lies
So many promises unfulfilled
If you could see its streets that used to laugh so much, they're not the same anymore

If you could see how sad Argentina is
It has the nostalgia of those lovers who are never forgotten
They made it out of rubber, it seems unbelievable
People are escaping, but there's no way out
And even the sparrows, from so much sadness, went on tour

September 1988, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Dear friend, I just spilled mate on the letter I was going to send you
That's why I'm writing to you again
I'm very glad to know you're doing well
Here things remain the same
But one way or another, we'll move forward
There's something that should never be lost
And that's hope

If you could see how beautiful Argentina is
It has the gaze of the first girlfriend you never forget
From the balconies, wisterias rain down
And despite everything, it walks and walks
If you could see again
How beautiful and how great my Argentina is

Buenos Aires is still full of sparrows
There are new poets writing their tangos
And new singers
And it still has the old madness
That around every corner there's an adventure
You see, it's still alive and, despite everything, full of tenderness

If you happen to meet another emigrant
Tell them to come back, that soon we'll be better than before
That it was all the fault of a few scoundrels
Who only managed to silence the people
Come back whenever you want, together we can move forward