Rock And Roll
Con el patín desecho está
Mirando sus temores hechos
Gente que baila alrededor de su bondad
"Perdón, no hay nada que me salga bien"
Corre a la ventana, no mires tu sombra
Que cara de tonta tienes, nunca más pretendas comprenderme
Vamos al campo
¿Ves cómo sale el sol?
Vamos al mar en un buen Cadillac
Frutillas rojas en Chapadmalal
Algo aquí adentro dice que te amo, nena
Buen vino dulce, montañas de miel,
Desoxidémonos para crecer, crecer, crecer
Mirando sus temores hechos
Gente que baila alrededor de su bondad
"Perdón, no hay nada que me salga bien"
Corre a la ventana, no mires tu sombra
Que cara de tonta tienes, nunca más pretendas comprenderme
Vamos al campo
¿Ves cómo sale el sol?
Vamos al mar en un buen Cadillac
Frutillas rojas en Chapadmalal
Algo aquí adentro dice que te amo, nena
Buen vino dulce, montañas de miel,
Desoxidémonos para crecer, crecer, crecer
Credits
Writer(s): Charly Garcia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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