Belgrano neighbourhood!
Big brick house!
Do you remember, sister,
The warm nights
On the sidewalk?
When a nearby train
Left us old,
Strange longings
Under the soft temperance
Of the rosebush?
Everything was so simple!
Clear like the sky!
Good like the tale
That grandfather told us during the sweet siestas!
When the pure tenderness of a waltz
Bled on the small piano
In the dark livingroom,
It came back to life! It came back to life!
In the sleeping voices of the piano
And through the subtle spell of your hand
Grandfather's shirttail will come...
Call him! Call him!
We will live the far away tale
For in that big brick house of Belgrano
Mom calls us while defeating the arcane...
Belgrano neighbourhood!
Big brick house!
Where is the well?
Where are your backyards?
Where are your bars?
You will go back to the piano
My old little sister
And in the melodies
The bright days of home will live.
Your smile, sister,
Sheltered my grief
And like in the tale
That grandfather told us during the sweet siestas
The piano from the dark livingroom
Will come back to bleed the pure
Tenderness of a waltz...
It came back to life! It came back to life!
In the sleeping voices of the piano
And through the subtle spell of your hand
Grandfather's shirttail will come...
Call him! Call him!
We will live the far away tale
For in that big brick house of Belgrano
Mom calls us while defeating the arcane...