Carta Para Mi Desde El 2086

Someone: -Hey
Fito: -What should I do, just let it go? ...and... could it be playing by itself?
Another: -What?
Another: -Did you buy a ham and cheese Walkman?
Fito: -How tough it is.)

I put on my clothes
I didn’t know what to do
Like Julio Sosa
A hundred years later

I packed my things
I went to the cabaret
I went, sang Malena
I don’t remember well

And right there in the same spot
I’m trying to be in love
With my heart
The bombs have passed
The hunger and the train
Here in Buenos Aires, things aren’t going well.