And my band plays rock
And the rest when they ask for it
We know well that here
Doing everything they demand
And it's rock bambino
A rather Latin flavor
This music is hope
This music is passion
If it is like a train that has passed
With a charge of emotions
He passed us at the station
But we slept sitting up
And my band plays rock
Because he sees us and because he can't
And because there is no real music Âr
For running after their chimera
And don't wake up no, not yet
And don't stop us no, not yet
And my band plays rock
And it changes every time they ask for it
From the moment you enter the same one
They almost always demand it
They wait for him on the hill
With Latin music
He will see us Also dancing
And a thousand turns they go searching
He awaits us at the border
With the car blocked
But the rock will have passed
And the music has arrived
It's a rock, bambino
A rather Latin flavor
And so his passport
We keep running hard
That penetrates in the walls
He makes a breach in the door
To the bottom he tells you
That your soul is not dead
And don't wake up, no, not yet No
And don't stop us no, no, no, no, not yet, no
And my band plays rock
It's an eternal exit
It arrives well in waves medias
And in modulated frequency
It's a rock, bambino
A rather Latin flavor
This music is hope
This music is passion
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With a load of emotions
It happened to us at the station
But we slept sitting up
And my band plays rock
Because he sees us and because he can't
And because there is no need to laugh
For running after his chimera
And don't wake up, no, not yet
And don't stop us no, no, no, not yet
And don't wake up no, not yet
And don't stop us no, no, no, not yet