ALCIRA Y LA TORRE
(Alzira e a torre)
(Alcira and the Tower)
Lenine-Queiroga

Alcira drinking gin facing San Martín Square
watches the cobbles sink with every sip
Alcira on her way to the asylum
made herself a garden right there in the street
In what faraway paradise, Alcira, are you waiting for me

Alcira, oh!
Alcira, oh!

Alcira stretches the moon praying at the church of Saint Never
If the world is a lie she’s the only one who believes in the beyond
That there’s another nature that will take the place of the end
In what distant paradise, Alcira, are you waiting for it

Alcira, oh!
Alcira, oh!

Alcira shut the future and entered the dark of the tornado
Where others see only joy she could sense the revolution
The river breaking the dam swallowing up the city at last
In what distant paradise, Alcira, are you waiting for it

Alcira, oh!
Alcira, oh!

Pedro Aznar: Vocals, Bass
Andrés Beeuwsaert: Keyboards
Facundo Guevara: Percussion