Durazno y Convención

The peach street
Born in the open
Ashen curtain
Palms in the wind

Open to the waves
Brown and white
From the small beach
That dies in the gas

The peach street
Dies unknowingly
When it lights up
All in lilac

In the middle of December
At the slowest hour
The obligatory nap
Of the jacaranda

Life
Life as always tough
Night as always dark
Down Convention Street

The same
The same absorbed tapping
The turns of the short walk
Down Convention Street

Life
Life pulling the copper
The store of the poor Jew
Down Convention Street

Kids
Kids with loose ponytails
With very dirty knees
Down Convention Street

Convention
Convention

The peach street
Crosses two neighborhoods
With flat figure
Of bitter sweetness

They are Sur and Palermo
Rivals and brothers
That cross Durazno
On the way to the bar

Candombe
Candombe, murga, and drumming
Strolling down
Convention Street

Canilla
Canilla, action, the daily silver
Package under the long arm
Down Convention Street

The glasses
The glasses of the watchmakers
The eyes of the smugglers
Down Convention Street

And one day
One day I'll see you happy
The day the wind takes you
From Durazno and Convention

Convention (the peach street)
Convention (the peach street)
Convention

Oh, the peach street
Reaches Convention

Miss

Candombe
Candombe, murga, and drumming
Strolling down
Convention Street

The dogs
The dogs of the bichicomes
Sleeping in the corners
Of Convention Street

Tiles
Tiles broken for years
Memories that hurt me
Down Convention Street

And one day
One day I'll see you happy
The day the wind embraces you
From Durazno and Convention

The peach street (Convention)
The peach street (and Convention)