This is the place where I was born.
This is the place where I’m sitting now.
This is the place that I love.
But I’m getting tired of poverty and rob.
I’m still here in spite of corruption.
Above insecurity and discrimination.
Because my sole belongs to Argentina.
And nobody can stop this feeling about the land of my heart.
by A. Gáspari; J. Alconcher and M. Tanini (1° C)
