Callejero de Boedo

Now that you're locked up
And anchored in the shadow,
No more.

Now that the sky is low and there's no way,
They don't listen to you anymore...
San Lorenzo is going to play and you won't be able to be there.

In silence you will cry, there's nowhere you can escape.

Devoto is not a graduation trip
Nor mom's golden dream.
But worse is to be lying on the street shot,
Bleeding non-stop.
Callejeros is going to play the tango that brought you here.
In silence you will cry, there's nowhere you can escape.

Hell has an address
And you know it well for not feeling,
For not feeling, the warmth of a woman.
Callejeros is going to play the tango that brought you here.
In silence you will cry, there's nowhere you can escape.
San Lorenzo is going to play and you won't be able to be there.
In silence you will cry, there's nowhere you can escape.
San Lorenzo is going to play...
Callejeros is going to play...