A Veces Mi Pueblo Azul Es Gris
León Gieco
Sometimes My Blue Town Is Gray
I come from a blue town
Where the thistle plays with the light
Where the afternoon is calm
And the land is simple
Where the rich sing
About their greatness and wealth
Where the poor spit out
Their anguish and poverty
I come from a blue town
Where the wind has no length
Where you can also see
The orange sunrise.
