Hoy a la noche, si Dios y el auto me lo permiten, estaré dirigiéndome a mi Tuc querido.
No veo la hora. No se por qué. Pero no veo la hora.
Papa Chico you're the sun,
for the children don't want a gun.
Papa Chico's playing this song,
all the people turning around.
Papa Chico move your eyes,
your discover is eating the ice.
Papa Chico sing this song
all the people feeling they're gone.
