Av. Larco

A reflected light
The model looking into nothingness
Today is bloody friday
There will soon be movement there

Hunters come and go
Looking for prey around the city
Roaring engines in a storm
They arrive at Larco to demonstrate

Well, it's bloody Friday
Well, they left their houses
They are looking for some girls
They are packed in drinks

And those who are prisoners come too
They know what they have to expose
Fashionable skirt, tight jeans
They come from everywhere
They enter the night
They set the tone
They get into the car
They are prepared for everything

There are some that fail
Others who are not sent
And when they decide, the river does not bring water
They always smile, and even blush
And when they are asked to do so, they quickly get out of the car

Dawn comes at dawn
The end of the party is approaching now
Deserted streets, there is loneliness
White empty bottles already
Where did everyone go?
Where did the noise go?
Where are the girls?
Where hunters where are they?
Where did the night go?
Where is the harmony?
Where did the noise go?
That feeds the streets of Larco
Bloody Fridays of partying
Where where where are they?