Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit Me, artist - 1984. Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
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, i’ve got the feeling i’ll lose myself |
| Anyway |
| I feel a warmth, fist on my cheek |
| Whose hand is there? |
| A tall man, russian type |
| I’ve never enjoyed a fever like this |
| I spit in his hair |
| Will I ever return to this city that burns away? |
| Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gain |
| Anyway |
| Like a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m 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 can’t 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, i’ve got nothing to lose or gain |
| Anyway |
| Like a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m 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 can’t 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 they'll hit me Outlaws like prudish wives, they're all dying to hit me All these eyes like forks and knives |
| , all sharpened to eat me So let's have our fight and share at last the only tongue we can speak |