A Los Jovenes de Ayer

At first sight you can see
Like drunks on the corner of some tango
To the youth of yesterday

They dress well, use pomade
They kiss all the time and cry for the past
Like an old lady at the matinee

Look at them, look at them, they are plotting something
Mischievous, mischievous, maybe they aim for power

Take care of them, take care of them, they are like harmless
Say it, say it, they are our new Dorian Gray

In a taxi, in SADAIC
With their Sunday family tan
And their fair faces

Great values of the past
Will be the youth of always, the eternal ones
Those who appear on TV