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Buenos Aires isn't to blame

What are you doing in New York?
Freezing up your fingers
Rushing around that city
Filled with foreigners
I know, Central Park's very pretty
And the clubs around Village are on fire
But after all that, who are you going to fool
There's not one dog who'll bark at you
Buenos Aires isn't to blame
Don't tell me you ran away out of resentment
That pain, idiotically guaranteed
It's the lock that won't let you be happy
Buenos Aires isn't to blame
Your heart won't ever ask for distance
That song, and this passionate tango
Will be soldiers who'll give their blood until the end
It's better if you just make some money and I'll leave
Live the Broadway life, gather some money
Get well soon, please
And don't get lost away from the neighbourhood
Buenos Aires isn't to blame
Don't tell me you ran away out of resentment
That pain, idiotically guaranteed
It's the lock that won't let you be happy
Buenos Aires isn't to blame
Your heart won't ever ask for distance
That song, and this stunned tango
Will be soldiers who'll give their blood until the end
Maybe in search of something better
You've neglected your own space
Be a hero, walking under the sun
And the world will come to your hands
Buenos Aires isn't to blame
Buenos Aires isn't to blame
Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires' port
Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires' street
Buenos Aires isn't to blame
 

The other shore

How it was that the sun, scaped from me
and I didn't do anything else but giving you my soul.
All day long over there, with a pencil and a paper,
letters that fly that go to your house.
 
On the other face of the earth, your laughter,
on this face of the earth, mine.
On the other face of the earth, your life,
on this shore of life everything waits for you.
 
Buenos Aires was left, full of nostalgia,
though I tell it that you're within me.
Lola Mora is still there, at the Costanera,
and the Lezama Park says it loves you.
 
The waning moon is still the same,
in Europe and here...
 
Buenos Aires is still there, at the Costanera,
and Lola Mora says she waits for you.
 
And by Corrientes I met Dylan,
And we sang in the Luna Park,
(but how, wasn't in Obras)
(Ah. no! in the Gran Rex!)
 
And I send you a kiss too, come back soon!
 

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My voice will be reborn

Nights of peace is what our people hopes
Nights of love our heart
a people that souffers, warm wound
the child who doesn't silence is born.
 
The won't make me feel the cold of loneliness
neither the punishment of locking me in some place,
my voice will be reborn.
 
Nobody wants to listen, nobody learns to scream
Glory to the being who wakes up and loves in peace
Christmas of doves, I need hope,
I won't hide, I'll go out and sing.
 

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We know I return soon

I took a bit of your look kept in mine,
I left you as memory our last night dream.
We gave each other a second of flight,
Before closing the door
Before closing the door...
 
We know I return soon,
But now the road is waiting for me,
Though I go to the north, the south
Or I cross the river...
Your love is there,
That always comes with me,
That always comes with me.
 
Don't be scared of the road
Dont' be scared of the distance
My heart is in your soul...
Because I'm always very close to your love,
Because I'm always very close to your love.
 

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All begins

A spirit came and said there's no hurry
A cricket came and couldn't make me sing
God came and I believed what he said.
The day came and I wanted to get up.
All begins,
The noise of the street comes
because I opened the door,
I played music in the house,
if there's no hurry I want to listen it
a little more...
 
On a mirror I saw the reflex of my pride...
A fairy came couldn't make me think...
I saw that I didn't give you so much joy,
when I came back, yesterday of working.
All begins,
and if there's music in the house
is because I'm awake,
and it's not late to love you because...
 
All spins in life,
and love's story starts again...
All spins in life,
and love will bring us closer.
 
It's yours the scent
that touches me by the air,
it strips me fragile,
your lips wake me up
and I don't want to breath.
 
A bread said it's not late to love,
if there's trust for two this morning.
So many people is lonely and needs
to discover in their own heart...
A space,
for a spirit to tell them,
'don't hurry so much,
never forget there's someone going by your side'
 

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I made an oath

I did the best I could have done
I was willing
I made an oath time ago
 
It's not a book I've read
time ago
my memories have life
my memories
 
We saw how the sun setted
prettily in the winter
it was prettier in my thoughts
I was opening windows on the floor
 
Every minute a memory returns
I still want
to forget, forget, forget the suffering
I made an oath time ago
 

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I'm getting everyday crazier

I can't stand the people who hurry me to walk
if the street is so narrow and there's no place for everybody
Being bothered with horns and having so much hurry to reach
is a vicious circle because nobody knows where to go
nobody knows where to go...
 
And in the middle of this fuss I'm bleeding through the mouth
and my yell comes in a bit more because I'm part of this story
I can't stand myself, my friend and I'm getting everyday crazier
I'm getting everyday crazier, baby,
I'm getting everyday, everyday crazier
 
Sometimes I get to distract myself with music and loneliness
I put the keys in the door and a lock to violence to be alone
but I think there are so many who come out to fight
that I don't understand why the hell so much blood gets lost in the sea,
so much blood gets lost in the sea...
 
Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't get close to where God has left
I can't even stand myself neither they other, they split me in two
Neither the doctor nor love can cure such an intense schizophrenia,
let's see if pain goes away, singing a good rock and roll
let's see if pain goes away, singing a good rock and roll, baby
 
And I can't find any cure this is the luck I have
who will understand in this world that this story is so ridiculous
I can't stand myself, my friend and I'm getting everyday crazier
I'm getting everyday crazier, baby,
I'm getting everyday, everyday crazier
 

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To get out of Devoto

To get out of Devoto one has to take the 107 on the road,
or the 108 four blocks away
To get out of Devoto one has to take life with humor
or the 105 at the crossroad in San Martin Avenue
 
To get out of Devoto one has to ride the train to Chacarita,
then the subway that won't be late to come
To get out of Devoto and get to the center get down in Florida
or the 105 that goes to the south till the end
 
To get out of Devoto one has to be clear about life
buses and trains will get you out of there,
and if all was so simple in life,
it wouldn't be so important to be able to get out
 
Get out Get out Get out Get out
Get out Get out Get out Get out
one has to be know clearly where to go
 
To get out of Devoto one has to ride the train to Chacarita,
then the subway that won't be late to come
To get out of Devoto one has to be clear about life
and to know very whell where will you go
 

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The chinese

She looks at him with love,
he strips her in the room,
sees all the skin little by little,
and caresses her for the first time.
 
And the insanity of the city
doesn't stop of being heard
he fears to hurt her
and she can't wait anymore.
 
First she lets loose a button
while he dies of passion.
She does it very well
lets his hand go down
by her chest until reaching
where the honey is...
 
It will be better to forget everything this time,
it will be better to go home after.
It's six o'clock in the cuckoo clock,
goodbye baby, it seems like it was yesterday.
 
The chinese never lost the grip,
he didn't know true love.
We all have a weakness
in the pants.
 

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English chocolate

I came to visit you because you don't,
I brought you a box of english chocolate.
I don't know if you like to see me here
but there's something we're gonna talk about...
 
How pretty is your house in white it's fine,
mine is waiting for you, you can see it from here.
It's been two years I want to find you
because there's something we're gonna talk about...
 
I've been thinking, and I still can't believe,
that my love and the moon have offended you.
So it's worthless the sincerity
of opening up and show the truth...
 
Can I get in? I'm a bit thirsty,
look in my eyes and explain me why
if we were always so close and in peace
you never went looking for me again...
 
A wound over another will always hurt
a car brought me here.
I move a little to not disturb
maybe you find happiness...
 
If time has passed, you could understand,
changing that face you'd do me good.
It's not all a laughter, honestly I don't know what to do...!
with the english chocolate.
 

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Am I jewish?

Nazis are after me
What's going on? Am I jewish?
Yankees are after me
What's going on? Am I latino?
England is watching me sideways
Help!! Am I Argentinian?
 
They put a video camera
Two blocks away from my house
They put hidden microphones
On the floors and the sheets
It's very important
They feel the smell of burnt fat
It's very important
They feel the smell of burnt fat
 
I'm getting tired of their looks
I'm getting tired of their looks
The earth is moving and doesn't stay
This is the real dance
The one that moves with the earth
And not the rude, rigid and formal
Dance of the rudes, rigids and formals
And not the rude, rigid and formal
Dance of the rudes, rigids and formals
 
Nazis are after me
What's going on? Am I jewish?
My mom sees me crying
What's going on? Am I adopted?
England is watching me sideways
Help!! I am Argentinian
 

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