San Lorenzo traducción al Inglés

A drafty May evening
Inside the Secrets of the Vatican
François swings at the window
He will walk to the sea
Even fish and dust
In the mystery, tonight, brothers

And falls with the twilight
All the hazy dreams of youth
All the suns of Buenos Aires

I am from San Lorenzo
And again and again
The cries of joy of my youth
Tear my heart out
Tear my heart out

Familiar life is crumpled
Dolores's bicyclette
That cry deep in his green eyes
All those tangos never danced
And this bouncing ball
These people who run after life

The purple silence mixes
In the last rays of the sunset
With muffled steps, in the gray corridor

I am from San Lorenzo
And again and again
The cries of joy of my youth
Tear my heart out
I am from San Lorenzo
And again and again
The cries of joy of my youth
Tear my heart out
Tear my heart out

This god you seek and hope for
You found it in the barrio
In Dolores's crazy eyes
And the cheers of the Blaugrana
Truth and silver
Who are you, Jorge Bergoglio?

All that remains is prayer.
And in this neutral darkness
Francis, on his knees, pray for us
Francis, on his knees, pray for us