My band plays rock music,
and everything else when it's needed,
we know well that for us,
doing everything is a necessity.
It's a baby rock,
just a bit latin,
a music made of hope,
a music made of patience
It's like a train which passed
loaded with fruits,
we were at the station, that's right,
but we were all asleep
And my band plays rock music
for those who saw it and for those who weren't there
and for those who, that particular day,
were chasing their own pipedream
Oh, don't wake up,
oh, not yet,
and don't stop us,
oh no, please, no
My band plays rock music
and it changes face when it's needed,
since Transformism
has become a necessity,
You'll see us in crinoline
like ugly ballerinas,
you'll see us dance
like young mosquitos,
You'll see us at the border,
our car stopped,
but he will have made it,
music managed to pass!
It's a baby rock,
a little Latino,
hetravels with no passport,
and we chase it, out of breath,
He pierces through walls,
breaks through your door,
but in the end, he comes to tell you
that your soul isn't dead
So, don't wake up,
oh, not yet,
and don't stop us,
oh no, please, no
My band plays rock music
and it's always a departure,
it travels well at medium-wave,
at frequency modulation
It's a baby rock,
just a bit latin,
a music made of hope,
a music made of patience
It's like a train which passed
loaded with fruits,
we were at the station, that's right,
but we were all asleep
And my band plays rock music
for those who saw it and for those who weren't there
and for those who, that particular day,
were chasing their own pipedream
Oh, don't wake up,
oh, not yet,
and don't stop us,
oh no, please, no