Canción de Bajo Belgrano

The morning
Throws flames
From its wound, weakly
City kaleidoscope and you alone,
Your clothes are empty
You are so far from home
That every dream hurts more
And there's no way to start over.
The sparrows
Climb on every luminous ermine
Faces tango
Different organ grinder
Sitting on the avenue
And no one ever listens to you.
The lost man desolate
Among burned trucks
In sawdust they must have marked his gaze
Like a footprint
And this one always dissolves
Like eyes, mud, skies, everything
Under belgrano, ascending love
It is she who seeks you where you are not
And your whole song will persist
Always, always, and even in the murky river
Horizon
Row of houses
Perpetually ground
And distant measure
And you are alone
Crazy, iridescent
Your clothes are empty
And no one ever listens to you.
Everyone says that maybe love will return one day
If this wall can be torn down.