Ciudad de pobres corazones [English translation]

In this fucking city

everything burns and leaves,

they kill poor hearts.

In this dirty city

you don't have to stop or to go,

city of crazy hearts.

I don't want to go out smoking,

I don't want to go out to the street with you.

I don't want to start thinking

who put the weed in that old drawer.

Good morning lexotanil,

good morning mrs., good morning doctor.

Damned be your love

your huge kingdom and your coveted pain.

What do you want from me?

What do you want to know?

You won't see me kneeling.

They say I'm not myself anymore,

that I'm crazier than yesterday,

and they kill poor hearts.

• Artist:Fito Páez
• Album:Ciudad de Pobres Corazones (1987)