You were born on the same day
in the city facing the sea.
You share the same vices,
impossible to name.
And you listen to Soda Stereo
to go out to dance,
may the night stop
when they see you pass.
There is no distance that separates you,
there are no lies to hide.
Nor has the person been born
may it dominate you.
And you listen to Soda Stereo
to go out dancing,
may the night stop
when they see you pass by.
You have already tasted the poison
of the most deadly drug.
You have already taken the path
that leads to the end.
And you listen to Soda Stereo
to go out dancing,
may the night stop
when they see you passing by.

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