motorizado
Vagos Y Maleantes
Motorcyclist
My brother is a rebel (4x)
As the sun rises
I start my bike and take off
Down Libertador Avenue
I weave through lines of cars
I whistle at a gorgeous woman
And almost fall off a cliff
I shift to second and third gear
While I keep thinking
About the woman of my dreams
'ANA KARINA MANCO' and I keep dreaming
About the big leagues and my mind
Full of mud
I can't take it anymore
I'm about to explode, I can't stand it
I have no license or brakes
And the asphalt is wet
And to top it all off
I'm already reaching a checkpoint
OFFICIAL...!
