Summertime

-What the hell are you doing here?
-We're fucking drunk...and we want get some fun with all those girls or something...are you recording?
-Yes, I'm...hu,hu...
-Damn!! hu, hu...It's allright...go on
-Well, have you been in this beach before? Martin?
-No, but I don't know what to say, I'm really erased
-Hu, hu, Im in it too... and you, Werner?
-Fuck off! Hu, bring this glass! Ehh... Man, what time is it?
-I don't care; oh, man, holy shit...almost I lost my marijuana...there's some if you get
-Thanks a lot..still recording?
-Well, rest a few minutes
-Shit...This beach is amazing but would you stand up?
- Why?
-Look, just barely over the bridge, four girls standing at the sand
-I will, just let me smoke a little bit
-Fuckin marica!! hu,hu
-So go now, asshole! Ok, let's go

"Aceleraríamos para llegar a todas las luces verdes
Y esa carretera no es de nadie, aunque sólo tú lo creas
Ese maldito disco de rock, pulsión sobre el volante
Mentiríamos por una promesa absurda, pero el tiempo no bajará la aguja de los 120
Se escucha esa voz siniestra en los recuerdos"