Puente Alsina
Rosita Quiroga
Alsina Bridge
Where is my neighborhood? My tango cradle
Where the land is, yesterday's refuge
The asphalt erased with a sweep
The old neighborhood that saw me born
In the suspicious stillness of the suburb
The night of a murky passionate drama
And since that night I, the son of all
Rolled through the mud of that suburb
Alsina Bridge that yesterday was my lap
The avenue reached you with a swipe
Old bridge, companion and confidant
You are the mark on the forehead that progress has left you
The rebellious suburb, which succumbed there
I have not known a mother's caresses
I had only one father who was strict
And I carry my veins of tango blood
Shouting a land its raw resentment
Why are they taking it away? My neighborhood, my everything
I, the son of the mud, come to mourn it
My neighborhood is my mother who no longer responds
Let them say! Where will it be buried?
Alsina Bridge, where is that tango spirit?
And the creole spirit that defended you until yesterday?
They cornered you, but everyone got stuck
And silently watched when the avenue
Made eyelets in your life that bled you there
Alsina Bridge that yesterday was my lap
The avenue reached you with a swipe
Old bridge, companion and confidant
You are the mark on the forehead that progress has left you
The rebellious suburb, which succumbed there
I have not known a mother's caresses
I had only one father who was strict
And I carry my veins of tango blood
Shouting a land its raw resentment
Why are they taking it away? My neighborhood, my everything
I, the son of the mud, come to mourn it
My neighborhood is my mother who no longer responds
Let them say! Where will it be buried?
