In the room the hammock and the caricochos
And a love letter on old paper
There's a few seventy-eight records
Of old tangos sung by Carlos Gardel

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived to the fullest
Where I spent my infancy, my childhood, my youth
With restlessness and intoxicated with longing
I return with the hope of spending my thirsty years

Walking, I stumble upon memories
And the old invades me with its fragrance
There's one or another friend from that childhood
And who was my old and sick teacher

Those parishioners and characters
Those of the idiosyncrasy of the good Zuliano
Those who made everyday life more enjoyable
Today they have fulfilled their mission and are on a journey

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived to the fullest
Where I spent my infancy, my childhood, my youth
With restlessness and intoxicated with longing
I return with the hope of spending my thirsty age

That restless little girl who was my love
The one who engraved on a tree that adored me
I got her in the neighborhood and from emotion
A pearl of tears rolled down her face

We hugged each other tight with mad fury
And together we recalled the love affairs
A shiver ran through my body
For again I tasted the honey of her mouth

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived to the fullest
Where I spent my infancy, my childhood, my youth
With restlessness and intoxicated with longing
I return with the hope of spending my thirsty years

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