Canciones y almas

That you sold yourself, that they buy you,
That they fuck you, that they have you as a slave
Look at the ass these bastards who live next door had
And inside I wonder, Pato, what could have happened
That I was dying to play rock and roll and now that I can, some are shooting me down.

You believed it, the tickets are very expensive, you got on the horse
Then you see them pay double for a show that isn't worth 10 cents
Because as long as there's a world, there will be masks that will keep on talking
And in the meantime, I dream against all those who talk and don't live to keep stirring it up.

If everything grows, the good and the bad will grow hand in hand.
And in this bonfire of songs and souls we will keep burning
Because the people who create dreams will not believe what I do
Because this dream is the reason for my life to keep dreaming