Nicolás Bascialla
Poeta recién llegado
Some days, I feel it inside my head.
That I miss years of my life.
I miss my leather jacket.
I miss my Telecaster.
Maybe I'm just a kid who wants some rock and roll.
I miss a beer on the street.
An Argentinian punk concert.
Maybe I'm just a kid who wants some rock and roll.
I don't deny that time has passed.
But deep down,
maybe...
maybe I'm just a kid who misses rock and roll.
That I miss years of my life.
I miss my leather jacket.
I miss my Telecaster.
Maybe I'm just a kid who wants some rock and roll.
I miss a beer on the street.
An Argentinian punk concert.
Maybe I'm just a kid who wants some rock and roll.
I don't deny that time has passed.
But deep down,
maybe...
maybe I'm just a kid who misses rock and roll.
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