Un viento fuerte esta soplando

Juan walked into the alley
With a strong desire to escape
Then he rolled up his sleeves
Closed his eyes and said goodbye
But from the sky, a cry of pain was heard

The rich girl from Tenth Street
Who always went back and forth
With expensive cars, and strange guides
Oh, you have to see her

The wind changed the flag
Now it's for rent in Constitution

There's nothing to think about
The wind blows strongly backwards
There's nothing to think about
The wind blows strongly backwards

Lucy from my heart
Who always got exempted in school
She was a perfect woman project
But the street swallowed her up
Today she hangs around the train
Among those born to lose

The old man from my country
Who used to stand in line to get paid
He's tired of fighting now
Today he lines up to die
While the rats are
In Balcarce with gold and champagne

There's nothing to think about
The wind blows strongly backwards
There's nothing to think about
The wind blows strongly backwards