Текст песни «1984 - Hit Me»

This summer is wrong, blood in the heat
Is it my veins? Buenos Aires is home
On the streets, suburbs, I meet
Only bodies in chains

Will I ever return to this city that burns away?
Whatever I choose, ive got the feeling ill lose myself
Anyway

I feel a warmth, fist on my cheek
Whose hand is there? A tall man, russian type
Ive never enjoyed a fever like this
I spit in his hair

Will I ever return to this city that burns away?
Whatever I choose, ive got nothing to lose or gain
Anyway

Like a dear trapped in its antlers, im caged in my secrets
Secret pains I will never reveal, even to my pets
These bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I cant trust them
I chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit me

This summer is hell, blood on my lips
Hate in their veins, Buenos Aires is blown
On the streets, in the suburbs, I meet
Glances in flames

Will I ever return to this city that burns away?
Whatever I choose, ive got nothing to lose or gain
Anyway

Like a dear trapped in its antlers, im caged in my secrets
Secret pains I will never reveal, even to my pets
These bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I cant trust them
I chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit me

The fortress cracks and panic rises, oh I know theyll hit me
Outlaws like prudish wives, theyre all dying to hit me
All these eyes like forks and knives, all sharpened to eat me
So lets have our fight and share at last the only tongue we can speak