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I cross the pampas
Far from the city
My dear Buenos Aires
I have already distanced myself from the high dirt
They tell so many lies
That we have to swallow
You will die for Malvinas
But don't leave any debts unpaid
Sweet home Buenos Aires
Where the sky is so gray
Sweet home Buenos Aires
Condemned country
Mr. Charly García
Founded this city (yes sir!)
I hope he remembers me
In the middle of a morning hangover
Sweet home Buenos Aires
Where the sky is so gray
Sweet home Buenos Aires
Condemned country.