Sangría (feat. WOS)

Ey, yo', Wosi
Ey

We've been through a thousand battles, now we're guerrillas
I'm with Wosi on the terrace, burning the morning
I don't want bosses telling me to do things I don't want
If we go up on stage and the whole world nods

All of Argentina says: Yeah
For the only guys who dared
To sing against the police
Wosito sheds blood and now I'm throwing fruit
The sangria is ready, the sangria

Trueno spins the drink
We won a couple of cups and now we made our league
They pray for us to miss, but we have plenty of aim
And if we want to make mistakes, we still have time

That's life, only the one who walks finds
And if I stay in the middle, it will always be with mine
I don't hang out with leaders, puppets of interest
That's why you see me there, I'm playing from head to toe

Well
In a small jar, the poison comes
Wosito and Trueno bring it to you
And now they want to throw, they can't stop us

I don't fall, I have no boss or schedule
I don't accept offers from any mercenary
I forged myself in the neighborhood's journey
The guys arrived, dirty clothes, smell of booze

I'm from the neighborhood, I'm my boss, my schedule
I always walk with my boys, with my warriors
You have the street, I have the stage
We arrived with the guys, dirty clothes, smell of booze

Those who never lent us a hand
They throw us scraps and ask us to be grateful, let's go
Why do they act honest?
If the cake they have is made at the expense of the rest

They demand peace, while they come to step on you
And the corrupt cops never hesitate to shoot you
There are street authors who reach everywhere
We turned the corner into an art gallery

Tell me, tell me, WOS
Whichever way you look at it
We are the first two, eh
We are the face of the people making the word spread, eh

And better tell England
That we're coming with microphones for the second war
We arrived with the guys with clothes all messed up
But when we write, the politicians tremble

If Diego puts the cross
Batistuta scores the goal
Whether you like it or not
We are the new rock and roll, kid

Well
In a small jar, the poison comes
Wosito and Trueno bring it to you
And now they want to throw, they can't stop us

I'm from the neighborhood, I'm my boss, my schedule
I always walk with my boys, with my warriors
You have the street, I have the stage
We arrived with the guys, dirty clothes, smell of booze

I don't fall, I have no boss or schedule
I don't accept offers from any mercenary
I forged myself in the neighborhood's journey
The guys arrived, dirty clothes, smell of booze