20 PaL BaRRiO

No pretentiousness or modernism
In the music of the HOOD
Very different feelings
And this must be expressed.
We arrive at a little tavern
And we hear a little guitar,
Cousin, I assure you
That it gives us the morning.
There's nothing in this world
That can't be matched
Than seeing you in the square
Singing in perfect rhythm.
They say the spirit doesn't exist
I say that's true,
Only exists the one who feels
The one who truly feels.
20 for the HOOD, 20 for the HOOD,
Only the feeling counts
Living only the moment
Between the good and the bad