If you come to ask me where I've have been
In the time when you still dreamed
With open eyes, I will say:
Friend, I despair
I know that talking like this you may think
That this despair is fashionable in '76
But lately I've been really discontented
Desperately I scream in Portuguese
But lately I've been really discontented
Desperately I scream in Portuguese
I am twenty-five years old
Of dream and blood
And of South America
By virtue of this fate
An Argentinian tango
Does me much better than a blues
I know that talking like this you may think
That this despair is fashionable in '76
And what I want is that this bent melody
As a knife, cut off your flesh
And what I want is that this bent melody
As a knife, cut off your flesh