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Four drunks take him to the rocker
Once again the funeral has failed
In the neighborhood the banners are licked
Reviving the model to assemble
Dance, dance, word of mouth is ¡ de faso
But this time the dead man returned
And he felt that he was strange in that orchestra
That it was boring to play in G major
ÃÂWhy, that stick that kneads you
That suffocates you, that crushes you
Do you use it to kill?
Later s, when there is nothing left
There are no more eyes, there are no more hands
You wanted to caress him
There is nothing, I loved him ¡s
There is nothing, there is nothing left
Offices preparing predators
On the radios inciting the festival
That remembers for the first time a man
That people today He is wanting more
With time he went to the crest
Of a wave that does not stop growing
Today his face is on all the t-shirts
He is a dead man who never stops being born
Which one is he? Kamikazes from other souls
Bored in their homes
They don't even dare to sing
Later
They hallucinate that a hero from other lands is planning
Earths and he comes to rescue
That's it, if it's not there
The face, you put together
A mask with your desire
Amen!
Four drunks take the rocker away
They take him away forever
It becomes deformed and soon returns