Virgenes

Virgins

You're in the street, the neighborhood is calling you, you look back
imagine the reformatory in flames, go to hell!
SDS, big beer in hand and a stolen motorcycle
Lift it up, rixi, let's have a smoke
Yes or no, maridia? Partying in the neighborhood
Surely the commissioner will miss me
A traffic light, open window, purse, temptation
That only remained as a simple intention
Santacana is getting married, tied up for the rest of his days
He'll know, what a trip, tano, who would've thought
In the center, how's it going, brother?
The best thing is to do your own thing and be invisible to the bad guys
The story continues, a shopping center, rixi starts to yell
Always the same, won't change
I'm gonna get in trouble because of you! for a crappy wallet
Don't you get it? I don't want anything to do with patrols
On the way back home, a neighbor stops rixi with a radio
The CD you sold me doesn't work!
I didn't put the pin in, that's the problem
You kept it, the street knowledge lives in the neighborhood

You still have a lot to fly, swaying in the wind and
being able to dream
Dream and share the moon, dying of sorrow in its
loneliness

The sparkle in her eyes gives her away, praising every look
Patri gives her
Every word is used between sheets, every
passionate smile
With the special magic of teenage love
killa, see you, I'm going with these people
And where is he going??
And all the hippies at the pool are causing a scene, tonight
we'll trip out
Tano brings pills, also, MDMA
At the crystal party, we're going to have a blast
Night, party, wasted, what a blast we're having, right?

You still have a lot to fly, swaying in the wind and
being able to dream
Dream and share the moon, dying of sorrow in its
loneliness
You still have a lot to fly and sway in the wind and
be able to dream
why not keep flying if among the stars there is
freedom??

They beat up the kid
Yeah, who did it?
The old folks from the high-rise buildings, blood will be shed
Get in the car, it's over, let's all go there
By my holy mother, the old folks are screwed
There they are sitting at the tables, all the armed hippies
Grab stones, sticks, and even poles
The soundtrack is the sound of falling glass
Between hits, we bail, there's nothing left to do here
let's run!
Let's go, buddy, on the run, hurry up tano
Before the group arrives, they don't hesitate
Now shut up, we have a Picasso in front of us
The cop intimidates, quicken the pace
Now what? Are we risking our necks?
7 virgins guard a mirror,
in front of two candles that hint at your reflection
(...57,58,59,60...)