San Jose de Flores (feat. Alberto Moran)

It pains me to see you
Today, Flores neighborhood
Corner of my games
As a wandering kid

Memories of youth
Love stories
That evoke a romance
Of endless joy

I was born in that neighborhood
I grew up on its sidewalks
One day I took flight
Dreaming of success

And today, poor and defeated
Burdened with sorrows
I have returned tired
From so much wandering

Happiness and fortune
Have eluded me
Shreds of dreams
I left scattered

And in the midst of so
Many misfortunes and sorrows
The blessed longing
To see you again

In foreign lands
I fought with fate
Straightforwardly
I didn't know how to lie
And seeing myself overwhelmed
Poorer than ever
I headed back to my roots
Seeking to die

San Jose De Flores
It's better than ever
The return will hit hard
If upon seeing you again
I started to cry

My lips said
Trembling in a prayer
Either this is not my neighborhood
Or it has changed

I prefer to stay
Or die in the path
If I have lost everything
Neighborhood and home

Another wound
Doesn't even scratch me
It will be my fate
To have to roam