A keresés eredménye

In the streets of Madrid

Madrid...
There's only one secret that leads me here:
that silence has died in the streets of Madrid.
Ceesepe's soul beats deep inside you.
Lose me. Death will be sweet here, in Madrid.
 
When thugs have access to a power,
And when the dandies show their impertinence
When its women have refused to grow up.
When madness has defeated old age.
 
Madrid...
Take me in your car to some vice out there.
Find me on the airwaves someone to speak to me.
Tell Pepe Risi that now he can smile:
he killed the silence in the streets of Madrid.
 

Don't dance Rock and Roll at El Corte Ingles

In such country we ended.
Great shops, colors and the rest.
They steal your money with your identity.
You're the business of modernity.
Rockers on the streets, good promotion.
You can be money, said a poofter
Welcome, cousins of rock'n'roll!
 
Tight jeans, well combed studs.
Black plastic and uniformed.
No more problems, all controlled,
and summer discounts at the end of month.
A new fashion had to be born.
It's spring in El Corte Inglés.
Bend over, it needs to fit good.
 
Don't dance rock and roll at El Corte Ingles.
Laugh at their ye-ye entrepreneurs.
Don't dance Rock and roll at El Corte Ingles.
Don't be a pie figure.
Do it with your girl, do it well,
don't dance Rock and roll at El Corte Ingles
or your feet will end up hurting.
 
The boys in the street need to resist
to the memory of Eddie, Holly or Gene.
After a long time I'm still here
sure and convinced of reaching to the end.
So pay no mind at all the fuss,
we laugh a lot at all those fashions.
They won't be able to end with rock and roll.
 

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