Rosita [English translation]

Hey Rosita, you see

How many beautiful people

All on their feet

To ape the twist,

And how many Americans

Beat their hands

Waiting for something that isn't there

Not us,

We're out of style

We always dress in a way that suits us

Flowers in the field,

Flowers in the bar,

Not us,

We're just out of style

We're lights in Luna Park that have been turned off,

That was us last Sunday

Hey Rosita, listen,

How many dissolved verses,

These dead myths

Sing with you,

In the super-crowded supermarkets

You can buy

What isn't there

Not us,

We're out of style

We always dress in a way that suits us

Flowers in the field

Flowers in the bar

Not us,

We're just out of style

We're lights in Luna Park that have been turned off

That was us last Sunday

The world runs

Nowhere

And to no one that speaks about us anymore

Another day passes

Everything stays the same

Waiting for something that isn't there

Not us,

We're out of style

Not us,

We're out of style

We avoid the worst of the variety,

That of every Sunday

Every empty Sunday