Eso Es El Rock

Those nights with Maria
at the bar of Liberty
breathing joy
without quality control.

Buddy, that's rock, pure emotion.

If you're looking for it, you have to look
inside a beer pitcher,
at the bar of some bar, in a revolution,
in a good song.

That's rock, pure emotion,
nights of alcohol, days of hangover.

Noise of freedom, running without control, smell of flask.

That whiskey at The Tavern,
that toast for toasting,
that eternal drunkenness
sitting at The Slide.

Buddy, that's rock, pure emotion.

You can find it in a pool hall,
or one day shooting pool,
in a laugh for no reason or at Hell's if you're
just passing by one day.