Sur [English translation]

Old, San Juan and Boedo, and all the sky,

Pompeya and, beyond, the flood,

Your bridal vail in the memory,

And your name floating in the farewell...

The corner of the blacksmith mud and naked,

Your house, your path and the ditch

And a perfume of weeds and alfalfa

That fills my heart a new.

South, wall and then ...

South, a store light ...

You will never see me as you did,

Leaning on the counter

Waiting for you,

I will never light up with the stars

Our march without complaints

In the nights of Pompeya.

The streets and the suburban moons

And my love in your window

Everything is dead, I know it.

Old, San Juan and Boedo, lost sky,

Pompeya and, upon reaching the embankment,

Your twenty years trembling with love

Under the kiss that I then stole from you.

Nostalgia for the things that have passed,

Sand taken away by life,

Grief of the neighborhood that has changed

And bitterness of the dream that died.

South, wall and then ...

South, a store light ...

You will never see me as you did,

Leaning on the counter

Waiting for you,

I will never light up with the stars

Our march without complaints

In the nights of Pompeya

The streets and the suburban moons

And my love in your window

Everything is dead, I know.

• Artist:Roberto Goyeneche