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Still Alive

Joan Sebastian

Sigue Vivo

Es cierto que un copete largo ya no trae
Pues ya ha pasado el tiempo, el pelo se le cae
Es cierto que la moda todo lo cambió
Y, desgraciadamente, hasta El Rey murió

Mas hay algo, hay algo
Hay algo que sigue vivo en él

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
El rock, rock, rock, rock sigue vivo en él

Y goza cuando escucha a Elvis en el radio
Su música, para él, no tiene calendario

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
El rock, rock, rock, rock es eterno en él (yeah)

No paran las canciones que sonando están
Se llena de nostalgia y se va al desván
Se prueba la chamarra que en el sesenta usó
Ligeramente obeso, ya no le quedó

Mas hay algo, hay algo
Hay algo que sí le queda bien

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
El rock, rock, rock, rock sí le queda bien

Y goza cuando escucha a Elvis en el radio
Su música, para él, no tiene calendario

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
El rock, rock, rock, rock es eterno en él

Umba-umba, rock and roll
Umba-umba, rock and roll

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
El rock, rock, rock, rock sigue vivo en él (yeah)

Still Alive

It's true that a long drink doesn't do much now
'Cause time's passed, and his hair's falling out
It's true that fashion changed everything
And, unfortunately, even The King has died

But there's something, there's something
There's something that still lives in him

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
The rock, rock, rock, rock is still alive in him

And he enjoys when he hears Elvis on the radio
His music, for him, has no expiration date

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
The rock, rock, rock, rock is eternal in him (yeah)

The songs keep playing, they just won't stop
He fills up with nostalgia and heads to the attic
He tries on the jacket he wore back in '60
Slightly overweight, it doesn't fit him anymore

But there's something, there's something
There's something that still looks good on him

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
The rock, rock, rock, rock still looks good on him

And he enjoys when he hears Elvis on the radio
His music, for him, has no expiration date

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
The rock, rock, rock, rock is eternal in him

Umba-umba, rock and roll
Umba-umba, rock and roll

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock and roll
The rock, rock, rock, rock is still alive in him (yeah)

Escrita por: Joan Sebastian