Un biglietto del tram [English translation]

Running through Buenos Aires

All day the trolley buses pass

And the armored cars pass

With the handcuffed prisoners

That look and don't see

Povero Fogagnolo, who was not a movie actor

Presents himself, gives you an occasion

Whispers the last and first names

From a list of the victims

And it has given me a gift

A tram ticket

To go back to the Loreto Piazza

Esposito in the gardens

Is reading the economics news

And he sees its thousand benches

Or in the tail of an endless line

He asks for justice, and at once

They gave to Poletti

Seven letters on a headstone

And the people that pass and see them

Do their sums, and then ask

Isn't it a useless purchase?

It's not worth a ticket

A tram ticket

To go back to the Loreto Piazza