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From Friday night,
To Sunday afternoon.
I was caged like a monster.
Subjected to love.
For legal ex officio,
That my appearance to the apparently.
It was screwed for them.
Because of metalhead and heavy
Taming guacha of investigation.
Bitter hours of the police confinement.
Many others with me,
They chew the garrón.
And they look for oblivion in the conversation.
Lost hours that they will never have later
Stages of life,
City of Buenos Aires
With locking up the rocker teenager.
The order is fulfilled by those who obey.
He is in the streets and his image is pure passion.
He doesn't fit the pipe, he is easy prey to subdue.
When to fill the they are ordered to the cage
It is not surprising that they take the metalhead.
To write him down in the bad book.
Thus certifying that there were detainees
Although innocent