Buenos Aires New York

The sky is a highway, the city smells like formaldehyde,
Metal elephants and mountains of concrete.
Nauseating police, pyrotechnic show,
The theater is full and death is the curtain.

They want to put you in Borda, keep you in a box,
The tie-wearing piranhas squeeze your heart.
With shit on your knees, it's hard to walk,
They may mess up the path but they won't stop us...
Not today, no, no, not anymore!

They have offices, I only have you.
Actually, lately I don't even have your scent.
Maybe I miss your screams, your madness is my drive,
Maybe I miss those kisses that always say no!

Buses in Saavedra, pen and bandoneon,
Maybe I never knew New York.
Your Buenos Aires accent, crows around,
And this smells like Bs As - New York.
Your violet shell, worm with a clock.
I'm dying in Bs As - New York.

The lambs dissolve in the pastor's crop,
A bittersweet satellite flavors our show.
A bag of skeletons sponsors the diner
And digs its fangs with hospital patience.

A card on the table, I play an illusion,
I shout 'trick' to memories, missing 'envido' and missing you!
The streets are a swamp, baby you're my skylight.
I smile for the photo then said 'glu, glu, glu'...

You were my best poetry, you were my best song and
If the verb is in the past, it wasn't my decision.
Maybe I miss your screams, your madness is my drive,
Maybe I miss those kisses that always say no!

Buses in Saavedra, pen and bandoneon,
Maybe I never knew New York.
Your Buenos Aires accent, crows around,
And this smells like Bs As - New York.
Your violet shell, worm with a clock.
I'm dying in Bs As - New York.
Bs As - New York...
Bs As...

The worms surround us (x3)
The worms surround us, heart,
They're surrounding me (x3)
In Bs As - New York...
In Bs As - New York...
In Bs As - New York...
In Bs As - New York...
In Bs As - New York...

I love you. I love you.