El Ídolo
Babasónicos
The Idol
You will reserve a place in glory for me
A place where we both fit
You will wait for me with ten Eves
With apples in your mouth
Dancing the hula-hula in my honor
When I die
I will throw a party
where the sun never sets
Where friends and enemies will toast
For my return in the skin of a song
And you will smile in the end when everything for me
Is the dream I pursue fervently
The promises of caresses
will be little for me
If I don't see my people smile
When I die
I will throw a party
where the sun never sets
Where friends and enemies will toast
For my return in the skin of a song
