A thunder, without fear
An avalanche, claws of complaints
Port without sea
That is Vallecas
A lightning full of idolatry
Galop of bees, to reign< br/>That is Vallecas
Story told, by the knives
more girls, older
what difference does it make, they are from Vallecas
Glass streets, with metal people
Public and rural, where to survive is to win
The old dichotomy, the people and the police
Tumult of loves, in the pupils
On corners and sidewalks, wide open
That is Vallecas
It does not exist, it does not remain, there is no one who can
Vallecas is not a beast, to be tamed
That is not Vallecas
Glass streets, with metal people
Public and rural, where surviving is winning
The old dichotomy, people and the police

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