Espectro

Since you left, I don’t know how to live
My poor bones feel like they’re made of dust
And suffering, to me, rhymes with nose
And I’m gonna walk through Laferrere: I’m a specter

And among the crowd, I pass by without feeling
I go out looking for you on Luro and Cordero

And through Don Juan neighborhood, and Luján too
From Independencia to José Obrero
And at every traffic light on Route 3, I walk right in
To the end and I still can’t find you

From Calderón de la Barca to Route 21
From Carlos Casares to Marcos Paz
From Da Vinci to the settlements
And from Villa Unión to Central neighborhood

From Spiro to Bastille
From Salvigni to the Reserve neighborhood
From García Merou to Eduardo Sáenz
From Entubado to El Resero street

I’m a specter in the plaza of Laferrere
I’m forever the ghost of 26
And tonight I cross paths with friends who are gone
On these dirt streets that the cold makes shine

Through the precincts where I once slept
I searched for you thinking I’d see you on every corner
From Hotel Aero to Rocamora and Eva Duarte
From Once Corazones, Gloria’s Court, and the League

Through the streams, through the villas, through the hustlers, I looked for you
On the 0, 50 and along the tracks
From the Matanza River to the end of 26
From the Deportivo field to your aunts

From Estanislao del Campo, passing by the daycare plaza
And from Cobo to Marconi, from Riglos to Tres Cruces
From Juanita neighborhood to Las Cinco Esquinas

(How can we forget our beloved dirt streets of Laferrere)
(If they were the cradle of our dreams, of our hopes)
(Of our frustrations, of our confusions)
(Where we found love?)

I’m a specter in the plaza of Laferrere
I’m forever the ghost of 26

I’m a specter in the plaza of Laferrere
I’m forever the ghost of 26
And tonight I cross paths with friends who are gone
On these dirt streets that the cold makes shine