El Abuelo (feat. Fernando Milagros) [Los Suruba & Marcelo Burlon Remix] - Rodrigo Gallardo & Cafe De Anatolia

(We don't need) No, we don't need (no more trouble) no more trouble! (We don't need no more trouble) Wo! Oh-oh-oh! (We don't need) We don't need no (no more) trouble! We don't need no trouble! (We don't need no more trouble) Make love and not war! 'Cause we don't need no trouble. What we need is love (love) To guide and protect us on. (on) If you hope good down from above, (love) Help the weak if you are strong now. (love) We don't need no trouble; What we need is love. Oh, no! We don't need - we don't need - no more trouble! Lord knows, we don't need no trouble! (We don't need) We don't need trouble (no more trouble) - No more trouble - no more trouble! Seek happiness! (...) Oh, ...! Come on, you all and speak of love. (...) Oh, yeah! We don't need no trouble; What we need is love, now. (What we need is love!) (We don't need) Oh, we don't need no more trouble! We don't need, no - we don't need no trouble! We don't (need) - no, brothers and sisters ... (no more trouble!) We don't need no trouble; we don't need no trouble! We don't need no trouble! What we need is love! We don't need - we don't need no more - we don't need - No more trouble - we don't need no more trouble! Trouble we don't need (we don't need), (We don't need) Lord, knows! - We don't need no more war (no more trouble). No more trouble - we don't need no more - more trouble! /fadeout/ Ride on! /fadeout/

Arriba de esa gran roca Descansa un sabio cóndor Mientras una ventolera Sacude el viejo polvo En el campo labradores Haciendo crecer semillas Esperando que los ríos Sigan vivos todavía Allá arriba en la montaña Se puede respirar El aire que nos quitan Acá abajo en la ciudad Por eso es un tesoro El bosque milenario Antes que el sueño propio De algunos millonarios Arriba de esa gran roca Duerme un viejo lobo Soñando que en el mar Pueda vivir sin plomo En el agua pescadores Con sus barcas de madera Esperando que se vayan Esas mega petroleras Allá arriba en la montaña Se puede respirar El aire que nos quitan Acá abajo en la ciudad Por eso es un tesoro El bosque milenario Antes que el sueño propio De algunos millonarios.