La Juana

When one is from inland
It is also from the outside sky
If she comes to Buenos Aires
A dungeon awaits her
And she asks where is
The sky of the city

Lady owner of the house
Forgive the boldness
To the bird in a golden cage
The feeling matures
To start snooping around
The land and also the sea

I know you will think
How pretentious Juana is
When she has a roof and bread
She also wants the window
I am as I am, I look a little
And then I leave

I live in a little square
Of cut darkness
With a glass heart
Where nothing can be seen
Lend me the TV
It looks more and better

Through that foreign window
What one sees is one's own
It is open to the whole world
Even if it's fake
And my only balcony
Is watching TV

I know you will think
How pretentious Juana is
When she has a roof and bread
She also wants the window
I am as I am, I look a little
And then I leave