El Ómnibus
Ruben Rada
The Bus
On the bus from there
I travel through my city
Few things have changed
For me, they have stayed
My friends couldn't progress
I don't want to remember anymore
The memories come back wrong
I was born in Montevideo
I grew up with those inmates
I played the drums in the place
That hopeful crowd
That loving people
Were left without reality
Poor postponed people
Who have breakfast with nothing
Always have something to give
I don't want to remember anymore
The memories come back wrong
I was born in Montevideo
I grew up with those inmates
I played the drums in the place
