Cacho de Buenos Aires

Because of that damn habit
Of pretending to be smart
The one who knows it all
And has lived it all
The one who had a thousand loves
Crying on his pillow
Because of that damn habit
In the end, I have nothing

Because of that damn habit
Of giving away laughs
To show people
That I never cry for nothing
Inventing a thousand stories
To dazzle friends
Because of that damn habit
How many things I have lost

I am a piece of Buenos Aires
And there is no lantern that lights me up
I lost my great love
Because of that damn habit
I am a piece of Buenos Aires
And I have a hidden dream
To sing like Gardel

Because of that damn habit
Of acting like the trendy guy
Drinking whiskey without ice
Knowing, knowing that drugs are bad
A singer who sings to love
Gets confused by so much love
And ends up without love
Because of that damn habit

I am a piece of Buenos Aires
And there is no lantern that lights me up
I lost my great love
Because of that damn habit
I am a piece of Buenos Aires
And I have a hidden dream
To sing like Gardel

My beloved Buenos Aires
Before dawn
I will cover your streets with awnings
In case Gardel returns