In the flower palace
There were flowers of all colors
located on Basavilbaso.
I haven't been here for long time ago.
Close to the garage, close to the Retiro station,
and to the Florida street and to the San Martin Plaza.
How flowerful is the flower palace,
which I used to see from outside,
because I was a jerk
that used to live with my parents.
So happiness is not some new thing,
every past time was worse.
Lots of cap smuggling in the street,
Lots of 'no, sir' 'yes, sir'
we didn't use to have tv in home
and I hadn't written a song.
I was not interested in the ball,
I went to san Telmo to buy old and broken stuff
but some classmate's father
used to take us to the Independent
In Pastoriza's era,
santoro and the Pavoni goat
and mi old friend who used to live in La Paz city
disappeared and I haven't seen him anymore.
I hope they are alive and well
in the follow me country
'follow me, I won't let you down'
where? where an earl pooped
where the bests are crucified
first look at the number ten
but it's not enough with opening the eyes
to realize about everything from once.
Be careful with the -ina ending words
I also love very much Argentina
although no one asked
if I wanted to be born in Argentina
where the one who doesn't eat, is eaten
The idlery that never ends
-ina, guillotine, anphetamine, tar
How they give us, how they give us in Argentina,
they give un Boquita and tropical rhythm
and base for the little can in the suburbs and in the Capital
I'm a rocker from the paddock, Patricio Rey y sus Redonditos de Ricota fan, from River Plate
let the hunger rope tense
not even enough for the stiff,
to settle with the odors.
Like the Flower Palace,
where used to dance until exploding.
From something we have to live
with something we have to enjoy.
Like the Flower Palace,
where used to dance until exploding.