Mira Que Distintos Somos
Talleres de America
Look How Different We Are
Oh Belgrano, look how different we are
You pay for barbecues, we endure alone
Oh Belgrano, what a shame you give me
More than a hundred years have passed, with nothing to celebrate
Because that afternoon in that final
Dad gave you the turn in the face
I'm from Talleres, I'm a killer
I carry you in my soul and in my heart
