San José de Flores

I am sorry to see you today, neighborhood of Flores,
corner of my games, cordial and happy.
Dear memories, novel of loves
that evokes a romance of endless bliss.
I was born in that neighborhood, I grew up on its sidewalks,
one day I took flight dreaming of triumph;
and today, poor and defeated, burdened with sorrows,
I have returned tired of so much wandering...

Happiness and fortune were elusive to me,
shreds of scattered dreams I left;
and in the midst of so many misfortunes and sorrows,
the blessed longing to see you again...
In strange lands I struggled with luck,
straight and straight I did not know how to lie,
and seeing myself overwhelmed, poorer than ever,
I went back to my home, seeking to die.

I'd better never have thought of returning,
if seeing you again I started to cry.
My lips said trembling in a prayer:
My neighborhood is not this one, it changed places!....
I prefer to stay, to die in the footprint,
if I have lost everything, neighborhood and home...
Another wound doesn't even make a dent in me,
it will be my destiny to roll and roll...