La Roncha
Babasónicos
100%
The Fever
Heat
Scorching
Ground
Packed tight
The afternoon
Burns in their hands
Dry
And passionate
Cry
Of a song
Nostalgia
Out of tune
The sky
Ambassador
The guitar's strings are raspy, from a distance
Brunette
Goddess siren
Light
Sways her hips
Watermelons
Red and juicy
Everything here is cheap, life doesn’t cost a thing
Party is the poison, it’s in her skin
They swarm like flies to the honey
In this vision, there’s no tomorrow
How the future fades away
Fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever, fever, fever, fever