25 Estrellas De Oro
Los Twist
25 Golden Stars
From Boca's court
To Luna Park
The youth is chanting
For nothing, but early
Better a bird in the hand
What an idiot who won't vote
The square is already full
There's not even room for a pin
The candy box is burning
And as Sarmiento said
Masons on bicycles
And the radicals on foot
There he goes with his scooter
And his grey cap
He is going to see the Evita opera
And in the side-car are Los Twist
And in the side-car are Los Twist
My general, don't go
My general has already left
Nose, nose, nose, nose, nose
The cordonazo is coming
Boots to the barracks
And Juan Domingo to power
For that great Argentine
That was known to conquer
To the great mass of the people
Fighting capital
We go from home to work
And from work to home
Rome, Silvero, Marzolini
Simeone, Rattin, Menendez
Red, reddish, Pianetti
Alfonsin, Brizuela Mendez
Alfonsin, Brizuela Mendez
25 gold stars
Companions on the balcony
In the street a single cry
The twist, Gardel and Perón
The Twist, Gardel and Peron
The Twist, Gardel and Peron
