Pregón Del Heladero

Pedal and pedal
The hell of the sidewalk
Singing in the scorching sun
And weighing on the bicycle
He was seen leaving a mess
From his nap bag

First came the sound
A murmur over the earth
The tension in the ear
That keeps children playing
And the heat in the summer
Makes the afternoon deserted

The styrofoam was squeaking
Similar to the chain
And the tree gave its shadow
To hide his sorrow
What he dreamed of in the summer
Autumn condemns him

I've destroyed sidewalks
At full speed
Without reaching the coins
When you used to pass by
So stop your wheel
And have mercy on me

Ice cream
There's ice cream on a stick
Ice cream
There's ice cream on a stick
Ice cream
There's ice cream on a stick