Viva pappo
La Renga
Long live Pappo
Riding on a Harley he crosses beyond,
On that route that is barely visible.
And on his guitar that never stops playing,
His soul vibrates, which will always be alive.
Cold beer for his thirst,
Through that macadam swamp
Who are you, stranger
Welcome to the new world, yeah!
May the gods receive
Our king of the guitar
And grant him a highway of fire
So his spirit never stops singing
And high up, I travel through his dreams
Who waits for the sixteen train
Who has fun riding in a Cadillac
Dirty and messy, the wizard and the time
On his wheels of metal, yeah
