El Ómnibus
En el ómnibus de allá
Yo recorro mi ciudad
Pocas cosas han cambiado
Para mí que se han quedado
Mis amigos no pudieron progresar
Ya no quiero recordar
Los recuerdos vienen mal
Yo nací en Montevideo
Me crié con esos reos
Yo tocaba los tambores del lugar
Esa barra ilusionada
Esa gente enamorada
Se quedó sin realidad
Pobre gente postergada
Que desayuna con nada
Siempre tiene para dar
Ya no quiero recordar
Los recuerdos vienen mal
Yo nací en Montevideo
Me crié con esos reos
Yo tocaba los tambores del lugar
The Bus
On the bus from there
I travel through my city
Few things have changed
For me, they have stayed
My friends couldn't progress
I don't want to remember anymore
The memories come back wrong
I was born in Montevideo
I grew up with those inmates
I played the drums in the place
That hopeful crowd
That loving people
Were left without reality
Poor postponed people
Who have breakfast with nothing
Always have something to give
I don't want to remember anymore
The memories come back wrong
I was born in Montevideo
I grew up with those inmates
I played the drums in the place