1984 - Hit Me Lyrics
This summer is wrong, blood in the heatIs it my veins? Buenos Aires is homeOn the streets, suburbs, I meetOnly bodies in chainsWill I ever return to this city that burns away?Whatever I choose, i’ve got the feeling i’ll lose myselfAnywayI feel a warmth, fist on my cheekWhose hand is there? A tall man, russian typeI’ve never enjoyed a fever like thisI spit in his hairWill I ever return to this city that burns away?Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gainAnywayLike a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m caged in my secretsSecret pains I will never reveal, even to my petsThese bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I can’t trust themI chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit meThis summer is hell, blood on my lipsHate in their veins, Buenos Aires is blownOn the streets, in the suburbs, I meetGlances in flamesWill I ever return to this city that burns away?Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gainAnywayLike a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m caged in my secretsSecret pains I will never reveal, even to my petsThese bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I can’t trust themI chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit meThe fortress cracks and panic rises, oh I know they’ll hit meOutlaws like prudish wives, they’re all dying to hit meAll these eyes like forks and knives, all sharpened to eat meSo let’s have our fight and share at last the only tongue we can speak
