going to roll our bikes through the countryside
Let the sun melt our way
Ask God a desire for peace and joy
each
pebbles and shells without breaking in the middle
announced a colorful apocalypse that would lead the work of Mother Earth.
chorus:
because you, brother ZONS, you know walking in your cards
no more light bulbs in your ass oiled
We do not want your death welfare
warm nor thy speeches prosperity
blind no, I want!. ..
are hard as a drop in the corner of Callao and santafe,
before the cold eyes of the ladies of frivolity
go down to the bottom of Hell money from their land
Let us sing and dance
Jardin barefoot in the bush
giver of light ... honey and bananas in rivers of mud
pa chuva chuva chuva pa
chupapa
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