Camino a La Sanidad
Embajada Boliviana
Path to Healing
The station clock was running
and time and beer were running out
the city looked very sad
and the fat man's bar very empty.
Memories reached the train
when the neighborhood was seen
from the track
your name written on the wall
that night of novizna
The sadness was greater when I saw the kids
smoking on the bridge
talking about Gimnasia and Estudiantes
I won't be able to go back to the neighborhood field
I swore I wouldn't go back and I would do it for real
I'm looking for a path
to the SANITY.
