El Fantasma invites you to slip out of your body, zoom through a window, and hover above the colorful streets of Buenos Aires. The narrator has just popped into ghosthood: no more pain, no more worries, only cotton–cloud floors and a bird’s-eye view of rush-hour lights that sparkle like a giant Christmas tree. From this carefree altitude he watches everyday life unfold below—cars stopping and starting, neighbors scurrying in their endless choreography—while memories drift in like comforting aromas of mamá’s fugazzeta.
Yet beneath the playful flights lies a tender, bittersweet message. The ghost realizes he can observe but not touch, hear but not be heard, so he sets out to visit loved ones and whisper how peaceful the other side feels. He bumps into Grandma Yolanda on her morning stroll, loses chess matches to Pocha’s husband, and patiently waits to reunite with the person he cherishes most, knowing “algún día todos vienen para acá.” The song mixes humor with nostalgia, turning the idea of death into an airy adventure that reminds us to treasure connection, savor small moments, and find lightness even in life’s ultimate mystery.