Los canciones, son de la re- Revolucion! Mi Corazón, mi buen licor, Mi generacíon!
If you love me We can marry on the West Coast. On a Wednesday, en el verano, En Agosto
I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your, language, oh no! I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your, Jesus Cristo. I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your, Americano! I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your, Jesus Cristo.
I will fight for, I have fought for, all of you. I will die for, I have cried for all my prayers. In the mountains, las campanas, estan sonando Y los chicos, buenos chicos, estan besando!
I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your, language, oh no! I don’t speak your I don’t speak your Jesus Cristo I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your, Americano! I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your, Jesus Cristo.
Don’t you try to catch me, Don’t you try to catch me, no, no, no! I’m living on the edge of, living on the edge, Of the law! law-law! Don’t you try to catch me, don’t you try to catch me, never-never-never-no-no! Don’t you try to catch me, I’m living on the edge of the law-law-law-law! Don’t you try to catch me, don’t you try to catch me! No, no, no, no! Don’t you try to catch me, I’m living on the edge of the law! law-law-law.