Nació Bonavena

A friend told me, my grandpa Paco
This great story, that I now tell you
River sentenced, perpetual chains
Black stones, Manzi's waters, the sorrow
Where Pompeya and La Quema embrace in the south

Where healthy hurricanes blow
They come from Boedo, brother cyclones
Neighborhood code, handshake
Where greetings are good omens
Where punches are just scratches
Bonavena was born, the neighborhood in his fists

Where healthy hurricanes blow
They come from Boedo, brother cyclones
Neighborhood code, handshake
Where greetings are good omens
Where punches are just scratches, Bonavena was born
Where Pompeya and La Quema embrace in the south