Balada Del Alba

There's a dawn in Buenos Aires
And in the dawn, you and I
There are brooms and signs
There's a cat on a balcony

A truck full of newspapers
Runs over the city
There are those who come from the night
And there are those who go under the yoke

There are a hundred pesos from the old ones
With yours, there are a hundred more
Two hundred pesos of dreams
And our desire to love

I tell you the story
Of my great-grandmother and that policeman
There's a dawn in your smile
And in the kiss you hide

And you go with me and I go with you
And through the dawn, we both go

There's a waiter yawning
There's an old man in a corner
A coin on the table
From a poet who flew

You ask for a submarine sandwich
I ask for a destiny next to my coffee
There's a dawn in Buenos Aires
And in the dawn, you love me

And you go with me and I go with you
And through the dawn, we both go