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Always heaven or hell
It's always River against Boca
It's always a con artist or a loyal friend
The one who rings the bell or knocks on the door
Miracles never rain
But they soak the clothes well
And the taxi driver who was always king
Today explains to me about drugs

Who would say that this soup of crooks and women of ill repute
Is the land where I was born and where I will stay
And searching in this hole, maybe one day I'll find myself cruelly
Without feeling that tomorrow maybe I won't see you again

Always the bus that doesn't stop
Always the guy who protests:
The one who marches against some thief
And the one who can't walk because of the picket
It's not understood why they always
Cry complaints that get angry
I don't want my gray tango anymore
If defeats are not won by throwing in the towel

It's the land where I was born and where I want to stay

Defying what's left of reason
In this crazy fantasy, repeated temptation
Of stealing a milonga and chatting
Saying that the Pole sings rock