Mañana En El Abasto

Sunny morning, I go down in the elevator
Street with trees, girl passes by with fear
Don't be afraid, no, I got a haircut for my job
The glasses are for the sun and for the people who disgust me
Don't go to school because San Martin is waiting for you
You're alone all day and you look at my jacket
Rotten tomatoes on the streets of the Abasto
Rotten from the sun that breaks the asphalt of the Abasto
Man sitting there, with his bottle of resero
The sad and empty bars now, due to the closure of the Abasto
José Luis and his girlfriend kiss around there in the Abasto
I pass by and they greet me under the shadow of the Abasto

Sunny morning, I go down in the elevator
Street with trees, girl passes by with fear

Carlos Gardel stop, it's the Abasto station
Sergio works at the bar in the Abasto station
He always thinks more and more, maybe because of boredom
Subway line B and I move further away from the ground
And I move further away from the sky as well
There I hear the train, there I hear the train
I'm underground, I'm underground
Sunny morning, I go down in the elevator
Street with trees, girl passes by with fear