Contrabando de amor [English translation]

If there's a god in this heaven,

I wish he taught me how to bear,

this miserable guy,

who came here to rob.

If there's a god in this heaven,

I wish he taught me how to smash,

this damned recorder,

which can't stop sounding.

We're gonna speak,

we're gonna break,

rhythm into your knees.

Prepare your song,

and don't expect much more,

turn around and leave,

and an axe to the mixer.

And our name will be,

lighting on a poster,

we just have to gather,

much sand on our feet.

We're gonna speak,

we're gonna break,

rhythm into your knees.

Glori- Gloria, I'll die in your lighting arms,

love doesn't let me think,

Glori- Gloria, I'll die with you, girl,

this music is breaking my feet.

Glori- Gloria, I'll die in your lighting arms,

love doesn't let me think,

Glori- Gloria, I'll die with you, girl,

this music is breaking my feet.

Love smuggling,

I have no moral left,

we're nine too many,

and the planet with blow up.

If there's a god in this heaven,

I wish he taught me how to smash,

this damned recorder,

which can't stop sounding.

We're gonna speak,

We're gonna break,

rhythm into your knees.

Your time is short,

your time is short, God, your time is short,

there's always a bigger fish,

stop watching him, don't watch him.

We're gonna break,

We're gonna speak,

rhythm into your knees.

Glori- Gloria, I'll die in your lighting arms,

love doesn't let me think,

Glori- Gloria, I'll die with you, girl,

this music is breaking my feet.

Glori- Gloria, I'll die in your lighting arms,

love doesn't let me think,

Glori- Gloria, I'll die with you, girl,

this music is breaking my feet.

Glori- Gloria, I'll die in your lighting arms,

love doesn't let me think,

Glori- Gloria, I'll die with you, girl,

this music is breaking my feet,

this music is breaking my feet,

this music is breaking my feet.