Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ramiro Romero
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ramiro Romero
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ramiro Romero
Producer
Letras
Walking around the route,
Full of dust... all over my shoes.
The ray of the sun touched my head...
I remember it so well.
The normal 9 school, where I learned
To make my first friends,
One of them waits by the door…
To roll little balls.
Drinking a juice at the new Santa Rita,
Where my father would meet.
Going to the center with Cachi to play some
Old video games.
Rolling down the street with
The little car my mother made,
Buying some sweets from the lady on her
Selling-bike tour.
Yes, that's my place,
Still, it's a part of me.
Yes, that's my place,
Still, it's a part of me.
How could I forget the bike race
With Gaby next to the lake,
Or playing at Carnaval,
With paint all over my face.
The steam-black train and the park...
Oh, I used to play there.
My sister and I, happy and free...
For the summer, at least.
Swimming and running and laughing, and happy…
Again and again,
Looking at the stars during camping...
Oh, I wish I were there.
The lonely kid was jumping; today,
He has gray hair on his head.
Simple things that we love…
They're still there.
Yes, that's my place,
Still, it's a part of me.
Yes, that's my place,
Still, it's a part of me.
Eating some fruit from the tree at the house
Where Mercedes lived.
She sent me to the corner to play...
Her lottery game.
Summer is over, and now...
Well, it's time to come back.
In tears, the kid says goodbye…
He is falling apart.
Yes, that's my place,
Still, it's a part of me.
Yes, that's my place,
Still, it's a part of me.
Written by: Ramiro Romero
