Another day I wake up dead,
'cause despite I breathe,
my legs are so tired I can not
get up to keep your swing.
Anyway I’m here, my sweet love,
waiting for your return,
moved, excited and counting the seconds,
trying to raise and get on…
Let’s dance!
Born to beat my face!
Born to kick my head!
Born to teach my child!
Born to break my faith!
Born to rot my heart!
Born to kill myself!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh!
One day you brought the hate at home,
everything began.
First your insults and reproach,
later the despise was.
I learnt to dance your swing of love,
taking as own my role.
Everyday I yearned for the change of all,
stupid and guilty I was…
Let’s dance!
Born to beat my face!
Born to kick my head!
Born to teach my child!
Born to break my faith!
Born to rot my heart!
Born to kill myself!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh!
Woman, you do know that
he’s not going to change for
you decide, as the first time,
if to dance!
Victim of his frustrations,
accomplice of domination,
fight or just be a number
more of stadistics!
Fight!
Hit her!
I’m not possession of your fist!
Beat her!
I’m not the face of your shit!
Watch you!
Venom, pestilent virus!
Turn you!
Remember your vile attitude!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight!
Argh! Argh!
Another day I wake up dead,
'cause despite I breathe,
my legs are so tired I can not
get up to keep your swing.
A long time ago we began to dance
and we haven’t stopped yet.
How many years, my sweet love?
How much more remains?
Let’s dance!
Born to beat my face!
Born to kick my head!
Born to teach my child!
Born to break my faith!
Born to rot my heart!
Born to kill myself!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh! Swing of your love!
Argh!
Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh!