Farol (part. Roberto Chanel)

A neighborhood with houses
That reflect their tinny pain

A human suburb
With legends that are sung
Like tango

And there a clock that from afar
Gives two in the morning

A working-class suburb
A corner of memories
And a streetlight

Streetlight
The things that are now seen
Streetlight
It's not the same as yesterday

The shadow
Today escapes your gaze
And leaves me sadder
Half of my heartbroken

Your light
With the smell of cigarettes
Was losing light and shine
It's a curse