Taxi Mío

Round and round, through the city
This taxi of mine is a world of freedom
A world that from time to time inhabits
The rush to get to an appointment

Every passenger I manage to pick up
Is a strange book that I learn to spell
Beings with their sky and their hell
With their desire to laugh or cry

Free taxi, I already know
To the Provincial bank, where the promissory note expires today
Free taxi, I already know
Flying to the hospital, the baby is coming
Free taxi, I already know
To General Paz, I already know that hotel
Free taxi for you
And you will never know, that I also know

Round and round, through the skin of the city
This taxi of mine has told me the truth
The city is the jungle that ignores you
That dries your heart and devours it
Concrete jungle with traffic lights in bloom
Jungle crossed by ten thousand rivers of sweat
And a sad fauna that chews
Its habit of living or dying

And in the midst of this roar
That boils all around the city
I in my own heart
Travel through another city called loneliness
Where will I find
The dreams I lost or perhaps killed
Free taxi and you see
I am in the city alone or more than you