Y mi padre no sabía
Piero
And my father didn't know
And my father didn't know and my mother didn't understand
And my town had no idea, no idea, what was going to happen
That ship was sailing away that morning
To seek another morning
To an early America that wanted to dawn,
wanted to flourish
Small flowering branch
Inside the cyclone and the Equator
Storm and love
Across the Atlantic towards the sun
River Plate, here I am
First pants, first illusions,
First optimisms, first hearts
Hello, how are you? My name is Juan, Pedro, Julián, it doesn't matter
I like to look into eyes
I like to smile, I like to be reborn
To die and be born again
Hello, how are you? My name is the same
And my father told us to go to school
Bunch of brute, rascal, lazy piece of shit
His time didn't leave him, nor his land, nor his people,
nor his war.
We went to school to seek another morning
And the teacher had no idea, no idea, what was going to happen
Small flowering branch
Inside the cyclone and the Equator
Storm and love
Sister America here I am
A new son I give you.
Sleep little one, sleep peacefully
Because in the end we will all make it together
