In your dark streets
In my teenage fever
We shared our lives freely
The police didn't matter
They were looking for criminal records
We were always suspected criminals
And the taxi will see
That it will ask you to get off first
No one will want to go to such a scary place
Like the cemetery
It could leave you very close
Of the blocks that are a legend
Of your Bajo Flores streets
I hear a lot of people talking
Well, the magic of your mist moves
And you will be able to negotiate
Somewhere very nervously
The darkness will jealously guard you
Animal instinct
That will warn you Like suddenly
That the yuta is about to enter
Because of some burst
Flowers, flowers
Flores, you are rock and roll
Flowers
Flowers, flowers
They are always around your corners
As always, as before
The stories of tremendous characters
I thank you for not changing
You stay in time
Your streets are a deep feeling
And the taxi will see
That it will ask you to get off early
No one will want to Go to a place so scary br/>In the low flowers
In flowers, in flowers, in flowers
In the low flowers

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