Luces - Babasonicos

No séque son esas luces,

No séquéme hablan de rock and roll,

Esa impostura barata,

Es sólo pose e imitación.

Sáquense caretas,

Cállesen profetas,

Oigan un cometa gritar: arrogante rock.

Mierda, se vienen las luces

Y sólo pienso que quiero más,

Me dicen que esto es a fondo,

Pero no hablóde velocidad.

Sáquense caretas,

Cállesen profetas,

Oigan un cometa gritar: arrogante rock.

I don't know what those lights are

I don't know why they talk to me about rock and roll,

That cheap imposture,

It's just pose and imitation.

take off masks,

shut up prophets,

Hear a comet scream: arrogant rock.

Shit, the lights are coming

And I just think I want more

They tell me that this is in depth,

But he didn't talk about speed.

take off masks,

shut up prophets,

Hear a comet scream: arrogant rock.