My band plays rock
and all the rest as per the occasion,
we know well that in our country
to do everything is a requirement.
It’s a rock still young
just with a bit of latin flavour.
A music that is hope,
a music that is patience.
And, like a train that has passed through
with a load of fruits,
we were at the station, yes,
but we were all sleeping.
And my band plays rock
for the one that saw it and for the one who wasn’t there,
and for the one who, on that day there,
was chasing one of his chimeras.
And don’t wake yourselves up,
oh, not yet.
And don’t stop us,
no, please, no.
My band plays rock
and it changes face as per the occasion,
from when political alliances
have become a requirement.
You will see us in crinoline
like ugly ballerinas.
You’ll see us dance
like young mosquitoes.
You’ll see us at the border
with our car on hold
but it will have made it:
the music went through.
It’s a rock still young,
just with a bit of latin flavour,
it travels without a passport
and us, behind it, short of breath.
It penetrates in your wall,
it makes a breach in your door
but, after all, it comes to tell you
that your soul is not dead.
And don’t wake yourselves up,
oh, not yet.
And don’t stop us,
no, please, no.
No, oh.
My band plays rock
and it’s an eternal departure,
it travels well at amplitude modulation
and at frequency modulation.1
It’s a rock still young
just with a bit of latin flavour.
A music that is hope,
a music that is patience.
And, like a train that has passed through
with a load of fruits,
we were at the station, yes,
but we were all sleeping.
And my band plays rock
for the one that saw it and for the one who wasn’t there,
and for the one who, on that day there
was chasing one of his chimeras.
And don’t wake yourselves up,
oh, not yet.
And don’t stop us,
oh no, oh oh, please, no.
And don’t wake yourselves up,
oh, not yet.
And don’t stop us,
no, please, no.
1. AM (amplitude modulation) and FM (frequency modulation)