Mi ciudad y mi gente

Even if I'm given the back of cement,
looks at me pass by indifferent,
this is my city, this is my people...
and it's the place where I feel like dying.

Buenos Aires!...
For my soul there will be no geography
better than the landscape...
of your streets,
where day by day I spend my fears,
soles and suit...

I couldn't...
live with pride,
looking at another sky that wasn't yours,
because here a tango hurts me
and the warmth of a hand
and it's so hard for me to earn a living!...
Because I am like you,
who denies or gives;
I proclaim you, Buenos Aires, my city!

Even if you give me the back of cement,
look at me pass by indifferent;
I love you!... Buenos Aires, and your people,
and among your people, unintentionally I find you,
I find myself...
Because I am like you,
who denies or gives;
I proclaim you, Buenos Aires, my city!