Los sobrevivientes [English translation]

We're blind from seeing

tired from walking too much

we're sick of running away

in the city.

We'll never have roots

we'll never have a home

and nevertheless, as you can see,

we're from here.

We buzz like bells

like churches that come closer all the way from the south

like black dresses that want to get undressed.

I've always carried you

under my blue scarf

through the streets like Christ did with the cross.

• Artist:Serú Girán
• Album:La Grasa de las Capitales