Hasta La Vista

See you later. Long live the Revolution
Number one rapper, the shout in the song
I’m the leader’s role like Fidel Castro
I got the mic, buddy, watch out
Solaar, I’m both being and existing
Star: the people from India call me star
Peace to the rap from Barcelona. From Costa Rica.
Alliance of the third world, South America
I used to like a girl named Rachel
I got the voice, the strength, style, and role.
If you like it, you’ll dance like in Ibiza.
I’m like the sun. Son of Africa

That’s love without pain
Until next time, my love
That’s love without pain
See you later, my love

I was a pizza delivery guy near the hacienda
Where the girl named Esmeralda was partying
By chance, she orders a chorizo roll
I figured out the plot when the girl says I love you
Buddy, in the neighborhood, we strutted hard.
Six days in September, tequila, no worries
But some gunmen didn’t like it
Fighters like Valera, real heads of vile heroes
Kicked out of the city like a homeless guy
Alone without a barrel, isolated like a Catholic without a pope
When I think of you, Rachel Esmeralda
I get a lump in my throat, but hey, I got my valda

That’s love without pain
Until next time, my love
That’s love without pain
See you later, my love

We’re in California, long before Baywatch
I walk solo like an orphan in the pocket of Bihac
There are some Kwan Chang Ken and gringos
Falling down, there are some panchos under sombreros
Backlit, Esmeralda goddess
Eyes full of joy, comes out of the Pony Express
She says let’s go, I say yes
It was Bonnie and Clyde in our Lady of Barbès
See you later, end credits
Until next time, we ride west on horseback
Everyone gets up, there’s no one left in the cinema
The movie’s over, but I hear singing

That’s love without pain
Until next time, my love
That’s love without pain
See you later, my love