No Bombardeen Buenos Aires

Don't bomb Buenos Aires
We can't defend ourselves
The kids from my neighborhood hid in the pipes
They spy on the sky
They wear helmets, they enjoy themselves
Listening to clash
Listening to clash (Sandinista!)

I'm fearing the blonde now
I don't know who I'll fear next
Terror and distrust for the games
For the deals, for the cops
For the bellies, for the desires
For the musty cradles of power
Cradles of power

(Margarita!) Cradles of power!
If you want, I'll listen to the B.B. c
Even if you want us to do it at night
And if you want to kiss me sometime
It's possible that I'll get in your car
But don't bomb Buenos Aires

(I'm afraid to go, I'm in bed
And I don't want to go out because they're going to bomb me)
I don't want the world of cinzano
I don't have to lose faith
I want to climb you but nothing happens
I can't even eat a steak and feel good
And feel good (I'm hungry!)
I'm hungry! (I'm scared!)

The ghurkas keep advancing
The old folks are still on TV
The bosses of the kids
Drink whiskey with the rich
While the workers make dough
In the square like that time
Like that time!

(Sons of bitches!)
If you want, I'll listen to the B.B. c
Even if you want us to do it at night
And if you want to kiss me sometime
It's possible that I'll get in your car
But don't bomb Barrio Norte!

(Uuh)
Buenos Aires!
Buenos Aires!
Buenos Aires!
Don't bomb Buenos Aires
Don't bomb Buenos Aires
Don't bomb Buenos Aires
Don't bomb Buenos Aires
Don't bomb Buenos (let me sleep!)