Guarango
Don Osvaldo
Rogue
Ceviche, cajón and porro
Through the hypnotic lines of time
Golden drums for tumbadoras
From Miraflores to San Vicente
Keep it in mind
That the body of a fine ogre
May have failed by your side
But not the soul of a crazy wise man, my friend
The night lights up
The souls light up
Some pains come out of horror
Of love, hope
That the body of a fine ogre
May have failed by your side
But not the soul of a crazy wise man, my friend
The night lights up
The souls light up
Some pains come out of horror
Of love, hope
The street lights up
The souls light up
Some pains come out of horror
Of love, hope
