La ruta de los sordos

After a long journey
She landed in Madrid
In her suitcase, a dream
Her songs and a maybe

After a tie
A belly spoke to her
Your songs are cool
But no one listens to rock anymore

I'll do you a favor, come, kneel down
I'll make you a star if you give me
Just a little bit of your love

And she smashed her guitar on her head
While singing a song
We are the children that the blues had one night
And on the eighth day, the devil invented rock and roll

She kept teaching her songs
And hardly anyone listened
Change your style, they told her
And do urban instead of rock

And two minutes before midnight
She decided to sign
At a crossroads
A contract with the king of evil

She made it, finally, she'll never go back
To walking the path of the deaf
At another record label

And she smashed her guitar on her head
While singing a song
We are the children that the blues had one night
And on the eighth day, the devil invented rock and roll

On the first day
God created the light
The sky, on the second
And on the third, the earth and the sea

The fourth, the Sun and the Moon
The fish, on the fifth he created
On the sixth, animals and man
And on the seventh, he rested

But rock, rock
God never made it
The Devil got bored
And invented the blues and rock

And she smashed her guitar on her head
While singing a song
We are the children that the blues had one night
And on the eighth day, the devil created us

And when death comes to visit me
And my heart stops
On my grave, let them write this phrase
On the eighth day, the devil invented rock and roll