El Indio - Los De Abajo, Macao

¡Eso!

¡Venga Compai!

¡Dígalo!

Venga esa risa que yo quiero ver

¿De dónde sale el indio gallón

Que tiene chispa?

(Repeat)

La calle se moja

Con el hambre y el estrés

Y a todos nos toca

Contemplarla en su avidez

Por fiesta que:

Se pierde en el murmullo del tiempo

Y fiesta que:

Se guarda en la sonrisa del viejo

Y fiesta que:

Agarra en la tristeza su velo

Y fiesta que:

No muere aunque me quites cimiento

Venga esa risa má (Repeat)

Una palomita

Me dijo con suavidad

Aquí nadie es dueño de nada

Nadie es dueño de nada no

Aquí la tierra esta librada

Librada de tanto robar

Por fiesta que:

Se pierde en el murmullo del tiempo

Y fiesta que:

Se guarda en la sonrisa del viejo

Y fiesta que:

Agarra en la tristeza su velo

Y fiesta que:

No muere aunque me quites cimiento

Venga esa risa má (Repeat)

That!

Come on buddy!

Say it!

Come on that laugh that I want to see

Where does the gallon Indian come from

What has spark?

(Repeat)

the street gets wet

With hunger and stress

And it's up to all of us

Contemplate her in her greed

For party that:

Lost in the murmur of time

And party that:

It is kept in the old man's smile

And party that:

She grasps her veil in sadness

And party that:

He does not die even if you remove my foundation

Come on that laugh more (Repeat)

a dove

she told me softly

Nobody here owns anything

Nobody owns anything no

Here the land is free

Delivered from so much stealing

For party that:

Lost in the murmur of time

And party that:

It is kept in the old man's smile

And party that:

She grasps her veil in sadness

And party that:

It does not die even if you remove my foundation

Come on that laugh more (Repeat)