Mi Ciudad

Once, a long time ago
A fortune teller told me: Come on, give me your hand
The fortune teller said: Oh, you have an Italian grandfather
Ah, you will make many trips, you will live many years
You will be very happy

Trips
I see many trips
All successful
Travel, travel, travel
That is your destiny

To the old gypsy, I glanced and said
Come on, fortune teller, look at my hand again
And tell me something else, because, you know what?
I'm tired of traveling

I miss my city
The lights of my city
Its brightness, its radiance
I can't forget

The lights of my city
I miss that radiance
That makes my city
Shine brighter than the Sun

San Francisco is so beautiful
But I miss the Obelisk
My city
I'm going back to my city
The lights of my city
Are calling me, they call me

I know Florence is beautiful
When the stars come out
But I want to see the sky
Of the nights in Pompeii

My city
The streets of my city
Its brightness, its radiance
And that humidity

I miss my city
The crazies of my city
Who see the Moon
Rolling down Callao

In Paris, there are beautiful bridges
But it's not Corrientes Street
My city
I'm going back to my city
The lights of my city
Are calling me, they call me

How good the jasmine smells
Under the Andalusian Sun
But I miss the aroma
That is in our pizzerias

My city
The river of my city
Its brightness, its radiance
Its dirtiness

I miss my city
The people of my city
Who never go to sleep
To dream

Sundays at El Rastro
Are not like at Abasto
My city
I'm going back to my city
The lights of my city
Are calling me, they call me

Its luminous signs
And those beautiful men
Enough of Fifth Avenue
Take me for a walk on Florida

Before it's too late
I want to be in Buenos Aires
Wait for me, I'm going there
I want to be in my city