Luces Malas

Bad, you pay bad you paid for love
Oh, what did you give, what did you give my heart

I'm already leaving, leaving to never return
Oh, to seek relief from a bad love
Oh, to seek relief from a bad love

Deceptive eyes like two suns God gave you
But not to kill or mistreat me, oh... Oh... My God
I'm leaving Buenos Aires because here no one knows about love

And they say there are bad lights in the countryside?
Ah, I will go fight them when I leave
Yes; if there, if there I was struck down

In the end, I am a scorned lover
In the end, I am a scorned lover

I will fight them head-on, I will attack them with point and axe
I will charge a debt to some eyes, I have cravings for that disdain
I'm leaving Buenos Aires because I have nothing to do here