En la ciudad del gran rio
Pappo
In the City of the Great River
I'm from the lost city
that gave its life trying to be something else;
diagonals and avenues
roar melodies of broken guitars.
Here there’s no wall of laments,
nor tears for TV;
it's about another feeling,
don't you see it?, don't you see it?.
Around the white totem
heretics and saints seem to say;
today I want to be born and die
in the city of the great river!.
Tribes of various colors,
new messengers of sin city;
they wander like falling dice,
in every direction, like slaughtered.
With changes in the new ruins,
the TV nation awakens;
there are new heroes and heroines,
don't you see them?, don't you see them?.
Around the white totem
heretics and saints seem to say;
today I want to be born and die
in the city of the great river!.
Great river!
Tribes of various colors,
new messengers of sin city;
they wander like falling dice,
in every direction, like slaughtered.
With changes in the new ruins,
the TV nation awakens;
there are new heroes and heroines,
don't you see them?, don't you see them?.
Around the white totem
heretics and saints seem to say;
today I want to be born and die
in the city of the great river!.
Great river!
Great river!
Great river!
