Los Sobrevivientes
Mercedes Sosa
The Survivors
The survivors
We're blind to see
Tired of walking so much
We're fed up with running
In the city
We'll never have roots
We'll never have a home
And yet you see
We're from here
We vibrate like the bells
Like churches approaching
From the south like dresses
Black dresses that want
To undress
I've always carried you
Under my blue scarf
Through the streets like Christ
To the cross
Charly García
The survivors
We're blind to see
Tired of walking so much
We're fed up with running
In the city
We'll never have roots
We'll never have a home
And yet you see
We're from here
We vibrate like the bells
Like churches approaching
From the south like dresses
Black dresses that want
To undress
I've always carried you
Under my blue scarf
Through the streets like Christ
To the cross
