Memries,
Like grease stains on Market Square
Oily water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Gringo de Mayo stains we left behind
Stains we gave to one another
For the way we were
Memries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the greasy bricks
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
El Gringo de Mayo...
The way we were...