Brigada de Negro
Los Prisioneros
Black Brigade
We walk down the dark street in our black jackets
At the end of the alley a city opens up
The fog hides our features and wets the sidewalk
Another Saturday night begins
The cars and parties already surround the atmosphere
The cold isn't cold if you buy fun
The lights from the boats hurt our eyes
The smell of deceit fills this place
Saturday night... the stupid people are in excess
Saturday night... who's fishing for a girl
Saturday night... swimming in alcohol and tobacco
Saturday night... the joy of living, they say
The black jackets carry black notebooks in their pockets
And we start taking note of what we see here
Black cameras appear in our hands
Photographing incessantly
Saturday night... the stupid people are in excess
Saturday night... who's fishing for a girl
Saturday night... swimming in alcohol and tobacco
Saturday night... the joy of living, they say
The night is young... to show off signs on your clothes
Convince your girl... that you resemble her idol
Stay awake... give us your best poses
Hidden in the fog... they can't see us
On the morning walls you'll see this Sunday
The photos from the previous night
You'll recognize several of your friends
And when you see your name below, you won't believe it
Saturday night... the stupid people are in excess
Saturday night... who's fishing for a girl
Saturday night... swimming in alcohol and tobacco
Saturday night... the joy of living, they say
