Cuando Voy Al Trabajo
Mercedes Sosa
When I Go to Work
When I go to work
I think of you,
through the neighborhood streets
I think of you,
when I look at the faces
behind the fogged glass
not knowing who they are, where they're going.
I think of you,
my love, I think of you.
Of you, companion of my days
and of the future
of the bitter hours
and the joy of being able to live,
working on the beginning of a story
without knowing the end.
When the shift ends
and the afternoon
stretches its shadow
over the roof
and coming back from work
arguing among friends
reasoning about matters
of this time and destiny,
I think of you
my love, I think of you.
Of you, companion of my days
and of the future
of the bitter hours
and the joy of being able to live,
working on the beginning of a story
without knowing the end.
When I arrive home
you're there,
and we tie up our dreams...
Working on the beginning of a story
without knowing the end.
