No Me Gusta El Rock

Shadow, my brother was a shadow;
Faithful passerby of the shadows of that roof.
He, exiled by choice
With the neighbor's cat,
Convinced that the West's feet smell
It's his favorite old saying:

I don't like rock,
I don't like rock:
Give me country music!

I don't like rock,
I don't like rock:
Give me country music!

Hundreds, thousands of individuals,
Tried to make him lower his altitude soon,
To abandon his stance,
With his Viking braids
And the great love he felt as a young man for Charlie Chaplin,
Or his favorite old saying:

I don't like rock,
I don't like rock:
Give me country music!

I don't like rock,
I don't like rock:
Give me country music!

Shadow, my brother was a shadow,
Who long ago left without saying a word.
He, exiled by choice with the neighbor's cat,
Convinced that the West's feet smell
It's his favorite old saying:

I don't like rock...!!!