Below is the lyrics of the song Ciudad de pobres corazones , artist - Fito Paez with translation
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Fito Paez
En esta puta ciudad, todo se incendia y se va
Matan a pobres corazones, matan a pobres corazones
En esta sucia ciudad, no hay que seguir ni parar
Ciudad de locos corazones, ciudad de locos corazones
No quiero salir a fumar, no quiero salir a la calle con vos
No quiero empezar a pensar quién puso la yerba en el viejo cajón
Buen día, Lexotanil;
buen día, señora;
buen día, doctor
Maldito sea tu amor, tu inmenso reino y tu ansiado dolor
¿Qué es lo que quieres de mí?
¿Qué es lo que quieres saber?
No me verás arrodillado, no me verás arrodillado
Dicen que ya no soy yo, que estoy más loco que ayer
Y matan a pobres corazones, matan a pobres corazones
No quiero salir a fumar, no quiero salir a la calle con vos
No quiero empezar a pensar quién puso la yerba en el viejo cajón
Buen día, Lexotanil;
buen día, señora;
buen día, doctor
Maldito sea tu amor, tu inmenso reino y tu ansiado dolor
En esta puta ciudad, todo se incendia y se va
Matan a pobres corazones, matan a pobres corazones
Matan a pobres corazones, matan a pobres corazones
In this fucking town, everything burns down and goes
They kill poor hearts, they kill poor hearts
In this dirty town, there's no going on and no stopping
City of crazy hearts, city of crazy hearts
I don't want to go out to smoke, I don't want to go out with you
I don't want to start thinking who put the weed in the old drawer
Good morning, Lexotanil;
good day, ma'am;
good morning doctor
Cursed be your love, your immense kingdom and your longed for pain
What do you want from me?
What do you want to know?
You won't see me on my knees, you won't see me on my knees
They say that it's not me anymore, that I'm crazier than yesterday
And they kill poor hearts, they kill poor hearts
I don't want to go out to smoke, I don't want to go out with you
I don't want to start thinking who put the weed in the old drawer
Good morning, Lexotanil;
good day, ma'am;
good morning doctor
Cursed be your love, your immense kingdom and your longed for pain
In this fucking town, everything burns down and goes
They kill poor hearts, they kill poor hearts
They kill poor hearts, they kill poor hearts
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