Camilo was a tycoon before he was born
His father, a kind guy, managed to grow up
He has almost two provinces, airports and TV channels
Could it be that he is not enough?
Could it be that he is going to live 500 years?
Or is it that he is sick with power?
Manuel is on the street and does not know how to read
He grew up under the shadow today, yesterday and before yesterday
He is hungry, he is cold and he is hot at the same time
He covers himself and feeds himself with the wind
This song is not necessary like any other
It is not necessary like the sea, like the moon
I have the faint feeling
That something bad is happening
That the heart of the city
The heart of my city
He's bleeding, he's bleeding
Manuel J. Ibagasa your mother doesn't have a home
ÃÂHelp please!
And Camilo's driver passes by
Blows on the glass, three, four, five per second
ÃÂCould it be that this is why I came into the world?
And the green of the traffic light takes away hope
ÃÂChe careta!< br/>(He answers)
ÃÂThe coin is not enough for me!
ÃÂWhat should I buy reinoleta or something good for my belly?
It is not necessary this song like no other
This song is not necessary, only words
It is not necessary like bread or water
I have the sad feeling
That The kitchen is burning
And the boiler in the city is a mine
About to explode
It is a hot and burning mine
It is a mine about to explode
It is a hot and lit mine
This song is not necessary like any other
My beloved Buenos Aires
My beloved Buenos Aires

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