Calles de Fuego

Hot rain, air
that the clouds as they pass
sprinkle like angels
on the skin of the city

I'm not so strong, it hurts
every blow you give me
underneath the scandal
I'm just like the others

Streets of fire
I'm the fly, you're the honey
I'm beyond repair

Streets of fire
pamper me, punish me, I'll survive

I go down to hell, I taste
that jealousy hurts more
than the failure of the comedians
but I can't forget you

Streets of fire
I'm the ant, you're the honey
I'm beyond repair

Streets of fire
pamper me, punish me, I'll survive
without a real man
to suck your brain

A woman is neither here nor there
defiance tastes like iron

Streets of fire
I'm the fly, you're the honey
I'm beyond repair

Streets of fire
pamper me, punish me, I'll survive

Hot rain, air
on the skin of the city