The real cement buildings then crumble as Moreno sings their swan song.
Their concrete skeletons now rest like ghosts submerged beneath the mighty, infinite sea, reads text onscreen.
As immigrants, we build lives elsewhere, yet a part of us never leaves.
Turicentro Likin where the film was shot to me, is way more than just a place.
As time passes, those memories eventually fade.
Lamento is about preserving them before they disappear.
