Quién teme a la máquina?

When the guild makes us the cross
It will be an old-school scandal of the millennium
Let it run
Baby, dare

I turn the screen in the game and I don't see anything
It is a punishment to be blind in Granada
I look out the window
Damn, what a blast!

And if I fear the machine
I throw it away
I have her as my girlfriend

It is the condition of my friends
If we have to fight, I want to be with you
Summer is ending and I don't know if you have
My golden Spanish leather boots

Burning the stereo
I find the remedy
Are you coming seriously?
And he leaves us so quickly