I been catchin’ smoke by the river lights

While the last train screech through the midnight

Everybody wanna package pain

Turn your hunger into a stage name

Like another kid with a Strat too loud, yeah

First the praise and then the drought

Then your face all in the crowd

Then they laugh when you burn out

I ain’t signin’ up for that, nah

So fuck another clean persona

You can’t market what was born in the BA streets and corner stores, huh

I’m tryna sing like broken radios still workin’ through the static

Like Charly in the blackout, still makin’ magic

Maybe this was never meant for me

Still I breathe through every memory

If success means losin’ all the things that made me feel alive

Then what’s the point of winnin’?

Through my window, I see

The same old blocks with laundry on the wire

Same old dogs barkin’ at the tires

Think I gotta change the choir, yeah, yeah

I been movin’ slow, not robotic, uh

I don’t wanna die, nor be iconic, uh

I don’t need my face in monuments, no

Maybe I—hold up

Through my window, I see

Not a palace or a parliament, no

Just the only place that ever felt like home

If I drift away, can I still come home?

You anxious motherfucker

Scrollin’ every app for a verdict, motherfucker

Every night I sit awake thinkin’ how to stitch the holes in you

I know you tired, motherfucker

It’s hard to reach you

Still I try to

Still I forgive you

But why you hide inside that shell like an old bandoneón missin’ half its blues?

I tell you leave before the mold consume

Oh, you lil’ fool

Through my window, I see

The same old blocks with laundry on the wire

Same old dogs barkin’ at the tires

Think I gotta change the choir, yeah, yeah

I been movin’ slow, not robotic, uh

I don’t wanna die iconic, uh

I don’t need my face in monuments, no

Maybe I—hold up

Through my window, I see

Not a palace or a parliament, no

Just the only place that ever felt like home

If I drift away, can I still come home?

Keep your medals and applause, we grew up under leaky ceilings

Where the saints wear futbol jerseys and survival is religion

Got a few friends smell like gasoline and cheap Fernet

And we still gon’ laugh outside while the whole sky turnin’ red

That’s the life I wanna land in, but it don’t mean I won’t run

Seen too many local legends fade before they hit thirty-one

Everybody got a “could’ve been” tucked inside they tongue

Or another silent vice slowly eatin’ up they lungs, look

Now don’t confuse compassion with surrender, I know pressure

When the floor beneath your feet is weak, no roof can hold together

Funny how the people with the least still build the strongest spirit

While the ones with all the power only weaponize the fear in it

Me, I’m just translating all the feelings

Into something my people could believe in

Like Spinetta writing galaxies above the traffic noise

Or Cerati floating melodies through static for the boys

Lookin’ out the window

You ain’t really from around here, you new blood

Talk slick, get erased like old clubs

Still dancing with the prophecy

Everybody changing faces just to match the current policy

Couldn’t be me, couldn’t be mine

I come home to my girl like “how’d your day go this time?”

Took the poetry from Constitución train lines

Made it understandable

And they probably still hate mine, yeah