Ciudad de Pobres Corazones
Gustavo Cerati
City of Poor Hearts
In this damn city everything burns and goes away,
They kill the poor hearts.
In this dirty city, there's no need to keep going 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
Who put the weed in that old drawer.
Good morning lexotanil,
Good morning madam, good morning doctor.
Damn your love
Your immense kingdom and your longed-for pain.
What do they want from me,
What do they 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.
