Ciudad De Pobres Corazones
Fito Páez
City of Poor Hearts
In this damn city
Everything burns and goes away
They kill poor hearts
In this dirty city
There's no need to continue or stop
City of crazy hearts
I don't want to go out to smoke
I don't want to go out on the street with you
I don't want to start thinking about who put
The weed in the old drawer
Good morning to Lexotanil
Good morning, ma'am
Good morning, doctor
Damn your love
Your immense kingdom and your longed-for pain
What do you want from me?
What do you want to know?
You won't see me kneeling
They say I'm not myself anymore
That I'm crazier than yesterday
And they kill poor hearts
