Tirá Para Arriba

I'm not looking for what you have
I don't want to test you
I'm still a cat in the city
Give me a chance

I have a Russian and an American
Inside my room
Who play with my shoes
And my graduation photo
On an Atari

It's four o'clock and I can't sleep
I go out to the street to fight for myself
Alone, I move well
And the night took me hostage

Someone pulls me down
I try to break free
Someone shouts: 'He's one of ours!'
Someone who will hit him
But whatever comes
For better or worse

Pull, pull up! Pull!
If you don't see the way out
It doesn't matter my love
It doesn't matter: You, pull
Pull, pull up! Pull!
There are no wasted hours
Don't give up my love
Don't give up, you pull

You can't complain anymore if you don't find
What you were looking for in your heart
And if you catch your fingers
Against a heavy door
I'm sure your scream
Will break the windows of the Casa Rosada

The beauty of your leg
Escaping from the sheets
Your sex adrift
And that crazy illusion that someday
We'll invent for everyone
A much better world

For now, Lola
Blow out the candle, Lola
I'll turn off the TV
And whatever comes
For better or worse

Pull, pull up! Pull!
If you don't see the way out
It doesn't matter my love
It doesn't matter: If you, pull
Pull, pull up! Pull!
There are no wasted hours
Don't give up my love
Don't give up, you pull

Pull, pull up! Pull!
If you don't see the way out
Don't give up my love
Don't give up, you pull
Pull, pull up! Pull!
There are no wasted hours
It doesn't matter my love
It doesn't matter: You pull