Salta Lenin El Atlas

The roads of my atlas
Pass under the four tires,
They spin and spin, they don't get tired,
From my seat, I enjoy the view.

Jump Lenin the atlas. x8

And the blue sky chihuahua
Rolls lightly over the car,
Potosí didn't pass matehuala,
While zipolite sends waves through the window.

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At the end of the journey, the destination,
Becomes the new starting point,
My only destination is the road
Straight, reverse, the end is the beginning.

Jump Lenin the atlas..