Pompeya

```Walking with a heavy soul and my sorrow
Avoiding the people sleeping there
Cobblestone streets witnesses of the past
Ghost carts pass by in the night

On the corner of La Plata and Saenz bar
The drunks fight as usual
I'm crossing the tracks of Homero Manzi
That end at the Buenos Aires station

Arriving at Perito passing the fairs
The horizon looks dark on both sides
You hear a train coming but nothing will happen
You'll feel the adrenaline and fear in the air
And I go again towards the same destiny I live

Neighborhood that once gave birth to the beginning of a century
From here you can smell the Riachuelo
Coming from afar from the sinister bridge
The kids from Alcorta bent from the drugs ask for coins
Covering sadness

Others go to the 'muega' or go to church
Or sniff the bag or live this song```