Buenos Aires

In Buenos Aires the Sun shines and a couple of kids
On the corner, they invent a solution
In Buenos Aires everything flies, the joy
The anarchy, the kindness, the desperation
And Buenos Aires is a walking bug

Entangled between dreams and confusion
In Buenos Aires I discovered that the day
Makes war, the night makes love

In Buenos Aires I read, smoke, play the piano
And get drunk alone in a room
In Buenos Aires almost everything has already happened
From generation to degeneration

And Buenos Aires eats everything it finds
Like every good Narcissus, no one like me
But the mirror reflects back a look
Of mystery, terror, and fascination

Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires
Buenos Aires for you
In Buenos Aires Charly plays in a club
Planetarium, tall and voluptuous
In Buenos Aires there comes a point where nothing
Is worth anything and everything is worth nothing

In Buenos Aires the ghosts haunt us
From the past and every tango is a confession
When in the world there is nothing left
In Buenos Aires the imagination
Is a Macedonian beach so true

And so absurd Borges, God, and rock and roll live
In Buenos Aires the dead live, the dead live
And I don't want so much resignation anymore
I want a very rogue, very subtle neighborhood

And very awake, super sexy
I want a prayer
That helps us unveil the veil
And ends the desolation
Buenos Aires, bad times
To make you a song

In Buenos Aires friends caress
And enemies shoot to kill
In Buenos Aires, San Martín and Santa Evita
Start an advertising agency
In Buenos Aires, the missing politics
Disrespect, trample on reason

In Buenos Aires, the phantom of the opera
Walks alone through Constitución
In Buenos Aires I have more than I want
But what I want, no one gives me
In Buenos Aires there's a nightmare Falcon
In the wax museum of atrocity

In Buenos Aires there's a lack of money but an abundance
Of hearts condemned to beat
In Buenos Aires I wake up, I resurrect
I defend myself with shouts, I want to be happy

In Buenos Aires when we talk about the Moon
There's only one Moon: The one from Luna Park
In Buenos Aires I've lost a thousand battles
But there's a war I plan to win

Buenos Aires
In Buenos Aires the Sun shines and a couple of kids
On the corner, they invent a solution
(When in the world there is nothing left)
In Buenos Aires everything flies, the joy
The anarchy, the kindness, the desperation
Every night, every night the Sun rises
The Sun returns, the Sun returns
The Sun returns, the Sun returns