Buenos Aires
Coti Lyrics


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Llevo guardado en mi bandoneon
Un bocado de tu aire
Como quien no quiere olvidarte, buenos aires
Cuando mas lejos de ti yo me voy
Mas te siento cerca mio
Y mas te busco por otras ciudades
Tu piel de mar el marrón
Tu septiembre luminoso como un alma ahogada en pena
Por las calles de adoquines perfumadas de cemento mojado
La misma edad
Y otro bar en decadencia
Y otra cuadra que cambio como cambia todo
Como cambio yo
Buenos aires, buenos aires

Alta llanura de la perdicion
Alma de una droga tan amarga que no cura pero duele
Buenos aires como me duele
Soy tu testigo del dia de hoy
Y vos sos el amor adolescente que no empieza ni termina
Buenos aires nunca termina
Tu piel De mar de marrón
Tu septiembre luminoso como un alma desahogada en pena
Por las calles de adoquines perfumadas de cemento mojado
La misma edad
Y otro bar en decadencia
Y otra cuadra que cambio como cambia todo




Como cambio yo
Buenos aires, buenos aires

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of Coti's "Buenos Aires," the singer describes how he carries a piece of the city's air in his bandoneon, a type of accordion commonly used in tango music. He does not want to forget the city he loves and misses so much. Even though he is far away, he still feels Buenos Aires close to him and searches for it in other cities. He describes the city's characteristics, such as the brown sea, the luminous September, and perfumed streets made of wet cement. The second verse elaborates on the idea that Buenos Aires is like a drug that is bitter and never cures but continues to hurt the singer. Coti talks about how Buenos Aires is like an eternal love that never starts or ends, and he will always be its witness. The song ends with the same description of Buenos Aires, emphasizing its constancy despite the changes in the singer and the world around him.


Line by Line Meaning

Llevo guardado en mi bandoneon
I carry with me on my musical instrument a piece of your essence, Buenos Aires.


Un bocado de tu aire
A flavor of your unique air that surrounds me wherever I go.


Como quien no quiere olvidarte, buenos aires
As someone who doesn't want to forget the memories and experiences I've had in Buenos Aires.


Cuando mas lejos de ti yo me voy
The farther away I am from Buenos Aires, the more I feel connected to it.


Mas te siento cerca mio
The more I miss Buenos Aires, the more I feel like it is with me.


Y mas te busco por otras ciudades
I search for elements of Buenos Aires in other cities I visit.


Tu piel de mar el marrón
The combination of your beautiful ocean and unique earthy colors in Buenos Aires.


Tu septiembre luminoso como un alma ahogada en pena
Your bright September, full of life but also with a hint of sadness, like a lost soul.


Por las calles de adoquines perfumadas de cemento mojado
The streets of Buenos Aires, paved with cobblestones, mixed with the scent of damp concrete.


La misma edad
Despite the passage of time, Buenos Aires always remains the same in my memory.


Y otro bar en decadencia
Another bar in decline, reminding me of the history and character of the city.


Y otra cuadra que cambio como cambia todo
Another block of the city that has also changed over time, just as everything changes eventually.


Como cambio yo
Reflecting on my own personal growth and transformation while remembering Buenos Aires.


Alta llanura de la perdicion
Buenos Aires is a metaphorical high plateau of addiction, where one can become lost in its beauty and complexity.


Alma de una droga tan amarga que no cura pero duele
The spirit and soul of Buenos Aires can both hurt and heal, like a bitter drug that offers no cure.


Buenos aires como me duele
Expressing the pain and longing I feel for the city of Buenos Aires.


Soy tu testigo del dia de hoy
I bear witness to the present day in Buenos Aires and all that it offers.


Y vos sos el amor adolescente que no empieza ni termina
You are the city of my youth, always present in my heart and mind.


Buenos aires nunca termina
The beauty and history of Buenos Aires never truly ends, like an endless cycle that continues for eternity.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ROBERTO FIDEL ERNESTO SOROKIN

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