Pequeño Superman
José Luis Perales
Little Superman
I don't know very well, why or when it started,
that game,
but maybe, he was just a boy
and that smoke, with its scent, trapped him.
As he walks, he whistles a song
by the Bee Gees
and his watch shows one minute past ten
and around him, a neon world stirs.
Dress however you want, drink Coca Cola,
fly with Iberia to New York.
Smoke a Marlboro, have a Martini,
dress Cimarrón.
Dress however you want, drink Coca Cola,
fly with Iberia to New York.
Smoke a Marlboro, have a Martini,
dress Cimarrón.
And as he flies, he's a little Superman,
a champion,
who will lose to teach a lesson
and will remain, like a neon sign.
Dress however you want, drink Coca Cola,
fly with Iberia to New York.
Smoke a Marlboro, have a Martini,
dress Cimarrón.
Dress however you want, drink Coca Cola,
fly with Iberia to New York.
Smoke a Marlboro, have a Martini,
dress Cimarrón.
Dress however you want, drink Coca Cola,
fly with Iberia to New York.
Smoke a Marlboro, have a Martini,
dress Cimarrón.
Dress however you want, drink Coca Cola,
fly with Iberia to New York.
Smoke a Marlboro, have a Martini,
dress Cimarrón.
Dress however you want, drink Coca Cola,
fly with Iberia to New York.
Smoke a Marlboro, have a Martini,
dress Cimarrón.
Dress however you want, drink Coca Cola,
fly with Iberia to New York.
Smoke a Marlboro, have a Martini,
dress Cimarrón.
