Luis

At a quarter to six, already ready to go out
His taxi awaits downstairs, the traffic and the city
He's spent his years here,
Trying to find an easier way,
What he wants is to sing

Somewhat of a poet, the man has written some songs
And from a player, The Beatles are his passion
And he dreams of stages,
While the light changes from red to green
There's not much time to dream

Luis (Luis), his stage name is Luis,
The people shout when they see him...

On his back,
A wife and a child to feed
But that doesn't stop Luis from dreaming
Hair long down to his shoulder,
That's not in style anymore, but Luis
Doesn't care, he just wants to sing

Luis, his stage name is Luis,
The people shout when they see him Luis,
All romantic is Luis,
Struggling with the traffic...

And he dreams of stages,
While the light changes from red to green
There's not much time to dream.

One day Luis woke up with a concern
And looking in the mirror, he's not the same anymore
Time flies,
Even for poor Luis
Who still has the desire to sing for us

Luis, his stage name is Luis,
The people shout when they see him Luis,
All romantic is Luis,
Struggling with the traffic...