Luca

Luca
Like a song
That buzzes in the heart's wind

Luca
A bellows that
Breathes in the pampas, so Porteño

Luca

Lonely love
With its law of absences

No, don’t turn blue
And now who’s pouring the vermouth
On your subway line D
From San Telmo to Chajari

From flip-flops to the bar
And from the bar to the sky

No, don’t turn blue
No, don’t make me blue

From flip-flops to the bar
And from the bar to the ground

Luca
In the wind
In the wind