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Tico was a Puerto Rican from Manhattan
He sang in the subway
With his beatbox and electric guitar
At night, he was a DJ
People stood on chairs
And he made the world spin

What beautiful times
When we danced until we died
Jumping to the sky
With that madness of living

We must ask
More more more from life
Until
The sun and the moon go out
And it doesn't matter
More more more what they say
As if it were
The last night of your days
Move it
Move it, take it up
Raise it
Raise it with adrenaline
Enjoy it
Enjoy it, let your body ask
Move it

Martica was a girl from Miami
Who always dreamed
Of being a model and conquering New York
Makeup all day
Her heels hurt
And we crowned her queen of the show

What beautiful times
When we danced until we died
Jumping to the sky
With that madness of living

We must ask
More more more from life
Until
The sun and the moon go out
And it doesn't matter
More more more what they say
As if it were
The last night of your days
Move it
Move it, take it up
Raise it
Raise it with adrenaline
Enjoy it
Enjoy it, let your body ask
Move it

Never stop
Do what you feel
Follow your destiny
Off the beaten path