How it was that the sun, scaped from me
and I didn't do anything else but giving you my soul.
All day long over there, with a pencil and a paper,
letters that fly that go to your house.
On the other face of the earth, your laughter,
on this face of the earth, mine.
On the other face of the earth, your life,
on this shore of life everything waits for you.
Buenos Aires was left, full of nostalgia,
though I tell it that you're within me.
Lola Mora is still there, at the Costanera,
and the Lezama Park says it loves you.
The waning moon is still the same,
in Europe and here...
Buenos Aires is still there, at the Costanera,
and Lola Mora says she waits for you.
And by Corrientes I met Dylan,
And we sang in the Luna Park,
(but how, wasn't in Obras)
(Ah. no! in the Gran Rex!)
And I send you a kiss too, come back soon!