Mi Viejo El Italiano

Back in the year 20
He came from a distant port
With a lot of dreams
And a passport in hand

On a poorly written paper
The address of a countryman
That's how he arrived in Buenos Aires
An old man who was Italian

Italian
What mystery lies in your hands
That when you touch the land
Its green fields flourish

Italian
Gladiator of fiery blood
This land is enriched
With the sweat of your brow

In this blessed land
He found peace and work
And things went so well for him
That even my grandfather he brought

Then he met my mother
Formed a home of Italians
And there in the neighborhood of Flores
We, the 3 siblings, were born

Italian
What mystery lies in your hands
That when you touch the land
Its green fields flourish

Italian
Gladiator of fiery blood
This land is enriched
With the sweat of your brow

Italian
What mystery lies in your hands
That when you touch the land
Its green fields flourish

Italian
Gladiator of fiery blood
This land is enriched
With the sweat of your brow