Hit Me - 1984

This summer is wrong, blood in the heat

Is it my veins?

Buenos Aires is home

On the streets, suburbs, I meet

Only bodies in chains

Will I ever return to this city that burns away?

Whatever I choose, i’ve got the feeling i’ll lose myself

Anyway

I feel a warmth, fist on my cheek

Whose hand is there?

A tall man, russian type

I’ve never enjoyed a fever like this

I spit in his hair

Will I ever return to this city that burns away?

Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gain

Anyway

Like a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m caged in my secrets

Secret pains I will never reveal, even to my pets

These bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I can’t trust them

I chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit me This summer is hell, blood on my lips

Hate in their veins, Buenos Aires is blown

On the streets, in the suburbs, I meet

Glances in flames

Will I ever return to this city that burns away?

Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gain

Anyway

Like a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m caged in my secrets

Secret pains I will never reveal, even to my pets

These bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I can’t trust them

I chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit me The fortress cracks and panic rises, oh I know they'll hit me Outlaws like prudish wives, they're all dying to hit me All these eyes like forks and knives

, all sharpened to eat me So let's have our fight and share at last the only tongue we can speak