LYRICS

You, you know me to praise night and day,
me take off your stars to talk about money. You make
western cars, changing every day women,
me to be his decided, but know that you were wrong.

Chorus:
Let me give, give, give, give, give me the key to that paradise,
where there is warmth, love, joy without sadness.
Let me give, give, give, give, give me the key to that paradise,
quit your money, mobile phones and cars.

Last night, call me later, as if sleep does not sleep,
hear your car all night around the city.
not want to be with me any month, any day,
only listen, understand, you find another.

Chorus: (x2)

Enough with your money, mobile phones and cars.