Carlos Varela todos se roban

Your father's car radio was stolen,
you steal his cigarettes when Saturday is approaching
you are robbed when you are in front of the television,
you are robbed They steal your desire, they steal your desire for love.
The neighbor's clothes were stolen from the yard,
he stole the money from the cash register where he worked
they steal from you when you are ¡s on a counter,
they steal your desire, they steal your desire for love.
Your father's car parts were stolen,
he buys them at a premium at the The same guy who stole them
The doormen and the collector steal from you,
They steal your desire, they steal your desire for love.
There are thieves who hide inside your fourth,
they hide in books, in the newspaper and on television
they steal your head and heart
and thus they steal your desire, they steal your desire for love.
br/>Don't ask me anymore
about those condemned to live in prison.
Don't ask me more about those who stole
and now hide their mansion.
If everyone steals,
everyone steals.