El Es Mi Ídolo
Los Prisioneros
He is my Idol
He so beautiful
He is so sexy
I don't understand
Where he grew up
It seems like he fell from a star
I so clear
He magnificent
Looking at him is unbelievable
Touching him must be fainting
He is, he is my idol
He is, he is my idol
In the streets
A thousand neighbors
He signs from a hotel
Smiling as if to drive crazy
He is, he is my idol
He is, he is my idol
We all run to the dressing room
We cry, we break the window
And he is next to me
The guitar in his white hands approaches me
And I wake up
He is, he is my idol
He is, he is my idol
He is, he is my idol
He is, he is my idol
