No Llores Por Mi, Argentina

Your love is waiting for you
Don't wait any longer
Why did you waste so much time?
Indecisive in speaking
As tough as Humphrey Bogart
Between lust and repression
You danced to the trendy records
And it was your fun
Mocking the illusionists

Don't cry for the wounds
That keep bleeding
Don't cry for me, Argentina
I love you more each day

You're sick with frustration
And in your madness, there's no agreement
A hyena when laughing
But at lunch with the pigs
If the cabaret stars
Laugh at your movements
There's no need to lie about the darkness
In your thoughts

Don't cry for the wounds
That keep bleeding
Don't cry for me, Argentina
I love you more each day

Someone wants to leave
Someone wants to come back
Someone who is trapped
In the middle of a memory
I've seen this before
I've heard this before
She doesn't want to be friends
With a boy from this town