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San Juan and ancient Boedo, and all the sky
Pompeii and beyond the flood
Your bridal hair in memory
And your name floating in goodbye
The corner of the blacksmith, mud and pampa
Your house, your path and the ditch
And a perfume of weeds and alfalfa
That fills my heart again

South
Wall and after
South
A warehouse light
You will never see me as you saw me
Lying on the stained glass window
and waiting for you

I will never shine with the stars again
Our march without complaints
Through the nights of Pompeii
Suburban streets and moons
And my love in your window
Everything is dead, I know

San Juan and ancient Boedo, lost heaven
Pompeii and reaching the embankment
Your twenty years trembling with affection
Under the kiss that I stole from you then
Nostalgia for things that have happened
Sand that life took away
Sorrow of neighborhoods that have changed
And bitterness of the dream that died