LOS DINOSAURIOS, BY CHARLY GARCÍA

The friends from the neighborhood could disappear,
The singers on the radio could disappear, The ones who are in the diaries could disappear.
The person who you love could disappear.
The ones who are in the air can disappear in the air.
The ones who are in the street can disappear in the street.
The friends from the neighborhood could disappear,
But the dinosaurs are going to disappear.

I'm not calm, my love,
Today is Saturday at night, a friend is in jail.
Oh, my love, the world disappears.

If the heavy things, my love,
Take all that mountain
Of baggage in the hand,
Oh, my love, I want to be light.
When the world heads downward
It's better not to be tied to anything,
Imagine the dinosaurs in bed.