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Singing on Florida Street
a stranger in Buenos Aires
I discovered that life
is an eternal escape, without further ado...
For luggage a backpack,
a French bread and goat cheese,
looking for some hinge
that will make me be a carpenter so that it opens.
How can I forget about Martha
that stripper from Recoleta
If she left a couple of traces on my neck and in my life, how could I forget about Martha. I followed her to Rio. We worked in the same club. She was selling her silhouette
I played the trumpet in a jazz band.
The trip continued in Venezuela
life was our best school,
we worked in the same club
the food and life were horrible.
How could I forget about Martha
that stripper from Recoleta
She left a couple of marks on me
on my neck and on my life
br/>How can I forget about Martha.
We finally arrived in Mexico
here everything changes to success,
she achieved her dream
of becoming a model.
And I I'm just a sad singer-songwriter