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I cross the pampas
Far from the city
My beloved Buenos Aires
I have no more money to toast

They tell so many lies
What they make us swallow
You will die for Malvinas
But don't leave accounts unpaid

Sweet home Buenos Aires
Where the sky is so grey
Sweet home Buenos Aires
Damned country

And the great white lady
He founded this city (yes sir!)
I hope you remember me
In the middle of a morning hangover

Sweet home Buenos Aires
Where the sky is so grey
Sweet home Buenos Aires
Damned country