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I want to share with you, my brother,
a small piece of Black history,

of our history, sir,
and it goes like this…

You're smoking again.

How are my girls?

They're okay.

They send kisses.

They're afraid you'll die.

I dreamt that I was about to sing
but I couldn't, imagine that.

You'll never stop singing.

Just like that.

And it goes

In the 1600s

When the tyrant ruled

The streets of Cartagena

Lived this story

When here came those slave traders

And Africans in chains kissed my land

Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery

Another interview you don't reply to?

That one's for Rolling Stone.

"Who is Joe Arroyo?"

Go ahead.

You answer it. But be honest.

Joe…

Joe is the eighth
out of the Negro Chombo's 39 children.

An African prince…

to whom God has given a gift.

But what no one knows

is that it was actually a burden.

Álvaro's had to drag Joe along
all his life.

Go on, motherfucker. Finish that shit.

"What was his favorite song

from his repertoire
and how did he go about composing it?"

"Rebelión"?

A Black man's cry for white men to dance.

Or your mother's cry

as your father beat her up.

And to compose it…

you went down to hell

and ruined your family.

"When was the peak of his career?"

I can answer that.

It was between 1985 and 1994.

When you released Musa Original.

When Joe was like Pelé.

I like other records of mine better,
those have better songs.

Those are just a few odd songs.

When it comes to an album as a whole,
admit it, Joe,

Musa Original is where it's at.

Your song about Mary's in it.

I haven't seen her in so long.

Listen.

…Kissed my land

Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery

This one.

It's one of my favorite songs.

Come on, my people, make it loud!

An African couple

Slaves to a Spanish man

I want to be alone.

He abused them so badly

Hey, guys…

And beat up his wife

But we're just getting started!

And that's when he rebelled--

Clear the room, guys.

-See you tomorrow.
-Yeah, see you tomorrow.

-Bye, Joe.
-See you, Joe.

See you, bye.

-Of course, guys, relax.
-See you tomorrow, Joe.

Hold on! This is just getting started!

I'll be back in an hour

to have our business dinner.

Don't forget tomorrow's the sound check
at the Madison Square Garden.

It's at 12:00.

Here, for you.

Your daughter Tania
has been calling all week.

Call her.

Here's the tour contract

and the marketing proposal
for you to switch to their label.

And the Times reporter's questions
for you to answer.

Same old, same old: "Who is Joe Arroyo?"

Fuck, they trashed this place.

-I'll call the maid.
-No.

Here you go.

-It's okay.
-Fine. Goodbye.

Hey, this is our first time
playing in Barcelona,

the concert is sold out, and you've
already turned the place upside down.

There are lots of people outside the hotel
waiting for you to wave out the window.

And here you are,
having meltdowns, showing off.

What are you doing down there?

Don't be petty, Joe, get real.

And cut out that junkie lifestyle,
that's what's making you sick.

Thyroid issues, pneumonia, diabetes.

Not even taking radioiodine
made you straighten up.

Are you planning on staying there?

Where's Mary?

Mary's gone.

Been gone for a while.

Everyone leaves me.

I want to tell you something,
but you can't tell a soul.

I woke up some minutes ago,

it was dark already…

It's always dark.

And I heard a voice.

It was a boy.

And he was calling me.

"Álvaro, Álvaro!"

"When you finish that song, you'll die!"

And I know which song it is.

I know which song he was talking about,

but I have to write it.

Don't laugh, dumbass, I'm serious.

A boy.

Cut out the crap.

That song…

I really want to do that song.

I'm dying,

and I need…

What do I need?

I'm going to die.

Die?

You're not going to die.

If your brother dying in Panama
didn't kill you,

after he was shot and buried like a dog…

you're not going to die.

Do you know what the guys call you?

What?

"The toughest cookie around."

"Tough cookie."

You know what?

There's something I've wondered about
for a long time.

Do you remember the Mercedes?

You mean my Mercedes?

Yes, that one.

What happened with it?

Well… it ran out of gas.

Don't play dumb
and tell me what you did with it.

The boys and I pushed it
up to Teresa's house and left it there.

You traded the car for dope?

Shit.

No wonder you were gone
for such a long time.

Time, that's what I need.

To see my girls…

to make Mary come back.

For them to come back,

just like the ships in the bay,

which always come back,
you know what I mean?

What are you two doing here?

-A chronic patient smoking?
-Take it easy.

Don't you see this is a hospital?

Easy, ma'am.

And you must leave right away,
visiting hours are over.

-No, don't leave.
-Leave or I'll call security.

Umo, don't leave!

Take care of my girls, Umo!

Umo!

Umo!

You want us back

And come crying, saying you're sorry

But there's rebellion

In my heart

And I can't love you

Again

You must understand

That we can't just start again

You may stop crying

Because you won't move me

With your tears

Tell her, my heart

How much you suffered when she left

You never understood she abandoned you

And never felt sorry for you

You want us back

But that's not possible

My heart already rebelled

Go back to where you came from

Because I won't love you

Ever again

I don't mean to act
like I know better than everyone else,

but that kid spends all day
out on the streets.

She's always in a mood.

It's always the same shit at dinnertime.

Álvaro José, cut it out.

Every kid needs their father.

Father? Who needs that fucker?
He'd be nothing but a burden here.

Dad will come back.

Come on, Álvaro José, stop that.
Take that off, please.

My dad will come back.

No, baby. Your dad isn't coming back.

Your dad is long gone.

He will come back.

With all those women he's got
out there on the street,

and all the kids
he's got scattered all over,

what's he going to come here for?

That's why they want to kick you
out of the choir, you don't listen.

You're exhausting!

The bishop is coming next week

and I want to see you there
singing for him, on the first row.

And you'd better come straight home
as soon as the rehearsals are over.

No hanging out in the corner
with the whores and sailors.

-That's no place for a child.
-Such a difficult kid.

But they give me money to buy ice lollies

and I bring that money home.

So now you're the man of the house!
All grown-up. No, sir, you're a child!

Understood?

-Yes.
-Go on, eat.

-What do you want?
-Come on!

What do you want from me? No!

Hello?

Mary!

I love you too.

How are you?

No, I'm alone.

You should see the room they gave me.

It's huge.

Everything is so fancy,
I feel like I'm in a movie, baby.

It even has
one of those chandelier things.

Yeah, but I kept it off
because you know I…

I'm darkness.

You can see the sea, the port…

What? You don't believe me?

Yeah.

I'll see you this weekend.

Hello?

How did you know I was here?

Did you call every hotel?

I'm not going back, Paula.

I made it quite clear
that I'm not coming back.

I'll recognize the girls as mine,
but I won't go back.

You stabbed my girlfriend!
A fucking lot of times!

No, I said no.

I love it.

It still needs work.

But a few others are ready.

But are we going to record that song?

No, no.

If I do that song, I'm dead.

-Let's record another one.
-No.

We won't get any more studio hours.

Who said anything about a studio?

-We're going to record here.
-Here?

This place is trashed.

This room
has everything I need for the LP.

I want it to taste like this,
smell like this,

sound like this.

Do you feel me?

Listen.

These are the musicians I need.

Michi González, Chucho Pacheco…

Pantera…

Víctor,

not the Black one, Pelo'e Nieve.

And, of course, Chelito de Castro
with his piano. He has to be here.

You want to get a fucking piano in here?

And Chelito, that crazy kid?

And I want Orlandito too.

No, Joe.

Orlando died.

Say what?

Yeah.

We both went to his funeral.

Oh, well.

Don't bring him then.

My love.

I want you to know I understand you.

I know you're pissed,
but I need you to talk to me, Mary.

Baby, pick up.

Baby…

I need to talk to you.

Don't leave me hanging
like a fucking pussy, Mary!

It's just my very own way to make love

My very own way to love

My very own way to be

My very own way to give

My body and my soul till dawn comes

My very own way to love

My very own way to be…

…Way to love

My very own way to be

My very own way to give

My body and my soul till dawn comes

Writing you a song when least expected

Setting your skin, which can't feel heat
On fire with my words

Enjoying that feeling for hours and hours

It's just my very own way to make love

My very own way to love

My very own way to be

My very own way to give

My body and my soul till dawn comes

Bravo!

This song was dedicated to Negro.
Thank you so much, everybody.

-Alvarito! Alvarito! Please, come.
-Thank you so much.

He'll be right back with you all.

In the meantime…
Yes, Alvarito will be right back.

You forgot about a great love

The love I used to give you

I'm telling you now, so you can understand

I've never forgotten you

I, who suffered your craziness

Your flirtation, your indecisiveness

And that man

Had you as I should have had you

And that man

Had you as I should have had you

And that man

Had you as I should have had you

Baby, pick up.

I need to talk to you, babe.

You're leaving me hanging?

I need you.

Mary.

Mary…

My Mary, do you remember that day?

Your pretty mouth and mine

My Mary, do you remember that day?

My Mary, my Mary, my Mary
My Mary, my dear girl

My Mary, do you remember that day?

When I first met you

My Mary, do you remember that day?

Oh, my heart is yours

My Mary, do you remember that day?

-Let's add the rhythm section.
-Yeah.

My Mary, do you remember that day?

-Again.
-When I just…

My Mary, do you remember that day?

The night I ran after you

My Mary, do you remember that day?

The dance we should have had

My Mary, do you remember that day?

Your pretty mouth and mine

Those would be the backing vocals, Joe.

-Okay.
-Okay, let's play "Rebelión" now.

-Okay.
-We still have to play that one.

Twenty hours and counting.

One, two, one, two, three, and…

And it goes

In the 1600s

When the tyrant ruled

The streets of Cartagena

Lived this story

When here came those slave traders

And Africans in chains kissed my land

Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery

Changó, Changó, Changó

What is it?

It's not bad, Pacheco,
but I feel like the song drags a bit.

Listen. Something like…

You told me that four hours ago.

Yeah, well, now give it a bit more flavor.

Manchas.

Listen,

I want the trumpet to sound more like…

Tell me.

Let's hear it.

Yikes…

What's with that?

-Now, let's do it right.
-Man…

Yeah, bro, but I'm tired. I'll try.

What are we doing here then?

Come on, bro, you can do it!

That's it! That's the flavor!

Good.

My Chelito.

Just look at Chelito, guys.

A kid.

-A kid?
-Gifted kid.

And we take good care of him here,
don't we?

Yes, that's right.

-We don't set a bad example.
-Never.

We would never!

And we teach him stuff.

Look, Chelito,
this right here is Africa, not America.

So I want you to do your solo,

and when you do, I want you to kill it.

Okay?

Your solo has to be one for the books.

It's all or nothing.

Just give me a second.

If that's the case, I'll have to do it
with both feet on the ground.

Yeah, man!

The kid's got cocky!

There you go.

Let's do this!

Trumpet and solo.

One, two, one, two, three.

Don't you hit her

You abuser, hitting a young woman

-Don't you hit my woman
-Because my soul

My soul just breaks

-Don't you hit my woman
-Listen

On the beach of Cartagena

Don't you hit my woman

From Marbella, love

Don't you hit my woman

And you can still hear it by the fence

Don't you hit my woman

Spaniard with a black soul

Don't you hit my woman

Because she's to be respected

Don't you hit my woman

The Black man knows it

And so do you

Don't you hit my woman

Pache…

It was okay.

You have to tell the manager…

Let's do it again.

What? Are you insane?

-What? Again? Not a chance!
-I'm not made of iron!

Joe, I'm done. I've been playing
for 20 hours, look at my hands.

My lips can't take it anymore,
they're not made of stone.

We are answering Mother Africa's call.

You talk to her.

You're not the boss of me.
You don't give a shit about us.

You lack discipline, my brother.

Because you were never smacked,
you never got a good spanking,

your father never beat you.

I think he wasn't even your father!

Don't you fuck with me,
you son of a bitch.

No, you're the motherfucker here,
you dickface.

This is your shit, not ours!

-Get the hell out of here.
-What's wrong with you?

Get the fuck out.

-If I leave, they're coming with me.
-Take them!

-Go on then!
-We're getting the fuck out of here.

Go! You guys don't get shit.

You don't get Africa, you don't get shit.

-Get the fuck out!
-Chelito is coming with me!

Go get musicians from Cartagena!

Go play in the street for the tourists.

Alvi, turn it down.

Hey, you!

Turn it down.

-Where were you?
-You won't believe it.

The craziest thing just happened to me.

I was coming here down the corridor

when I smelled something amazing.

I followed it,

and you know
the staircase at the end of the corridor?

You go up the stairs
and there's a small room.

In there, there are two windows.

If you stand on tiptoes,
you can see the London skyline,

it's really neat.

So who was there smoking ganja?

Bob Marley.

Get out, you liar.
Let me sleep a little longer.

Such a cool man.

He recognized me.
He said he likes my music,

my message, my story.

He told me that his music and mine
are different, but that we…

we're both answering Africa's call.

That we're both African princes.
That man knows what's up.

-You're such a liar.
-Don't you believe me?

Well, you woke me up. Happy?

He told me about a song

about a mother who has to lift her son
from the ground

because the police killed him.

They shot him.

Just like that.

Just like it's happening now.

He told me our music is our struggle…

A struggle for peace.
That's why politicians…

see it as so dangerous.

I love that song.

Look.

I'm getting his dance moves now.

The ice-skating.

Oh, come here! Be quick.

Here, down here.

-She's dancing.
-She's busting some moves.

Hand me that pillow.

I like it when you sing
real close to me like that.

So you won't say I'm a liar…

she will be named Nayalive.

Naya what?

-Nayalive.
-Why?

That's my favorite song from this man.

-Nayalive Arroyo.
-Nayalive Arroyo.

-Okay, but you have to sing to her.
-You haven't listened to this part yet.

Let's hear it.

Now that I've met you

-The neighbors will come to complain!
-Who cares?

Listen up to what I'm saying

Wherever you go, I'll follow you

For you carry my love with you

The afterglow nights like tonight

Incite you and surrender you
To the pleasure of love

That's how my heart in love sounds

When I feel the passion

There are afterglow nights

That incite to love

And all around

Ardor is ignited

They are nights of illusions that

Just like today

Call you

And tell you, "My love

Each day

I love you more"

There are afterglow nights

That incite you, love of my life

Trembling with emotions

You give me your passion

They're afterglow nights that

What? Put that down!

-Like today, like a flame
-Why are you still here? You'll be late!

-Say hi for the camera, Mary.
-I don't want to.

They ignite hearts

-That are thirsty for love
-What?

-Hi.
-Hi.

Cut it out.

Me. Me!

Me!

It's just a concert.

We can cancel it if you want.

I know it's his tribute concert,

but Fruko will understand.

Let's do it.

Boys, let's get ready.

I'm with you, bro, you know that.

All in.

One minute to stage time!

Coming!

I'm going to the city, I'm going to work

That's where the pleasure is
I'll look for it

I'm leaving behind that garbage dump

That made me hate your way of loving

I don't care what they call me
I'm coming to find you

With feeling, baby!

I'm going to the city, I'm going to work

That's where the pleasure is
I'll look for it

I'm leaving behind that garbage dump

That made me hate your way of loving

I don't care what they call me
I'm coming to find you

I'm coming to find you

Oh, Tania

Oh, Tania

Oh, Tania

I'm coming to find you

Oh, Tania

Oh, Tania

Oh, Tania

Okay, blondie.

Tell me everything.

It's the same we discussed last week.

"Pursuant to Section 105
of the Copyright Act

and the laws of the State of Illinois,

which pertain to the protection
and defense of copyright

on behalf of the defendant,
Mr. Alvaro José González

to Mr. Coupé Cloué

to pay the sum of $75,000
for damages caused"…

Let's just fucking pay
and get rid of him.

…"in all applicable legal proceedings."

-Are you almost done?
-Leave him.

I love how he talks like Nat King Cole.

"Otherwise,
the plaintiff will submit the request

to the Honorable House of Justice
of the State of Illinois--"

Want an ice lolly, blondie?

-No, thanks.
-They're made of Coke.

No, thank you very much. No.

"Otherwise,
the plaintiff will submit the request

to the Honorable House of Justice
of the State of Illinois

of the United States of America,
proceeding to initiate

all subsequent lawsuits."

Why is this lawsuit different
from the rest?

Because if we don't settle it,
you won't be able to play in Chicago

and the rest of the tour
will be jeopardized.

We don't play in Chicago
and that's the end of it.

Joe.

Your concert is sold out.

I'm not paying. Besides, look.

This is wrong.

It says, "The appropriation was
to the detriment of the work." Blondie!

The work is much cooler now that I did it.

Am I right?

That's true.

I heard both versions
and he's right to sue.

But yours, Joe, is much better.

However,

this is not a matter
of finding which one's better,

but a matter of abiding by the law.

I advise you to pay.

Blondie,

music…

is born out of God's inspiration.

So, may God pay him back.

Forget about that lawsuit

and accept this souvenir.

WITH LOVE TO COUPÉ AND NAT

So you can laugh in his face.

You're so full of shit. Nat King Cole?

Come on!

Hello?

Where are you?

With whom?

No, with whom?

You're taking too long.

Fuck, baby,
you won't believe what just happened.

Some burglars broke in, babe.

No, I did lock up.

Yeah…

I don't know, I haven't really checked,
but… Yes, they took things, of course.

Fuck, this sucks.

You come play for the Spanish royals
and end up getting robbed.

Come talk to the manager.

Yes, my love.

This one's to make you suffer

I don't have to tell you where I come from

It was just as life intended

Tomorrow morning
We'll be just two strangers

Because I never stop
Either walking or loving

You don't have to know my path

It was just as fate intended

Tomorrow morning
We'll be just two strangers…

-All good?
-She's cheating on me.

-Come again?
-She's cheating!

Mary's cheating on me!

Joe, don't get started.

Look, it's just that… Just look.

-Let's see!
-Come on!

-Hey!
-Yikes!

-Give me that!
-Hold on!

Stop it. It's personal!

-Steal it!
-Let me see it.

That's right!

I'll help you!

-Wow!
-Look at this!

No! You said we'd open with "Tania,"

but you started singing "Tumbatecho."

Get real!

Enjoy, Barranquilla.

My Mary, enticing, sensual woman

Charming mouth
That can make my pains go away

My Mary, if you weren't mine

I don't know what I'd do without you

I'd make you feel love

If I had a palace and lots of money

At your feet I'd lay them, my Mary

But I am a singer of illusions

All I can give you is songs and love
My Mary

Your laughter shatters the glass

Of my loneliness, my Mary

My Mary, do you remember that day?

When you smiled at me

My Mary, do you remember that day?

My Mary, my Mary, my Mary
My Mary, my dear girl

My Mary, do you remember that day?

Your pretty mouth and mine

My Mary, do you remember that day?

Oh, my heart is yours, my Mary

My Mary, do you remember that day?

The dance we should have had

My Mary, do you remember that day?

The first time I laughed

My Mary, do you remember that day?

When I first met you

My Mary, do you remember that day?

Oh, my heart is yours, my Mary

For Tatico!

And for Peloti!

Caro, I get jealous
of all the guys who come here.

Honey, you know
this is what I do for a living.

So?

I can get you out.

What do you need?

Who said I want out?

RECORD DEADLINE, APRIL 4TH

MEETING WITH AGENT, 10:00 AM

Babe, what are you doing?

I can't go on like this. I've tried
a thousand times, it won't work.

Your laughter shatters the glass

Of my loneliness, my Mary

Cut it out!

I bet
you didn't even write that song for me.

What are you talking about?

You are the one and only Mary in my life.

Stop!

If I had a palace and lots of money

Cut it.

-At your feet I'd lay them, my Mary
-Enough. No!

I'm telling you to stop, Álvaro.

But I am a singer of illusions

All I can give you is songs and love

My Mary

Enough.

Stay.

-No.
-Stay.

Mary.

Mary…

I don't care what they call me, I…

I'm coming to find you
I'm coming to find you

Oh, oh, Tania

Oh, oh, Tania

Oh, Tania

I'm coming to find you

Oh, oh, Tania

-Oh, when death comes
-Oh, oh, Tania

-It doesn't choose the good or the evil
-Oh, Tania

It just does the roll call

Of every name written down

It just does the roll call

-Eternal rest grant unto her…
-Of every name written down

That's life, son.
Come here, baby, come here.

…pray for us sinners,

now and in the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed
is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and in the hour of our death. Amen.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now,
and ever shall be, world without end.

She was my daughter too.

Hail Mary, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy.

Blessed be Jesus at all times

in the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar.

Blessed be the pure, most holy
and Immaculate Conception.

Dear God.

May God have you in His glory, honey.

…And even though you are gone

You'll never be forgotten

And even though you are gone

You'll never be forgotten

Virgin Mary is very sad

For her crucified son

Oh, she's always crying

Because her son was killed

Oh, she's always crying

Because her son was killed

-Have you been there long?
-What do you think?

Music was too loud.

I brought you one of those bottles
you like so much.

What's that?

"La bestia."

Sounds like a hit.

-Will you include it in this record?
-No.

-Are you trying to kill me?
-No.

Not me. The press can take care of that.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Do you remember? You were there that day.

I think it was in Barranquilla.

The show had been delayed for six hours,
no sign of you.

I remember people were throwing glasses,
tables, whatever was close at hand.

Suddenly, this guy showed up.

He called for a minute of silence
for the beloved artist Joe Arroyo,

who had just died
in God knows what clinic. Damn!

That was just incredible.

Thousands of people holding
a minute's silence for you, motherfucker.

The second time, it was all over the press
and on the radio, and I just…

I didn't buy it.

That one was close.

So close.

Turn it up!

Testing, one, two, three.

Merci si ma moi

Mon amour

You made me used to living your way

Me, who have never been satisfied

You taught me a particular kind of love

With your particular experience

I'm telling you now, so you can understand

I've never forgotten you

I put up with your obsession

Your depression, your bad mood

In the end, you found a crazy love

Another puppet for you to control

You forgot about the great love

I used to give you

I'm telling you now, so you can understand

I've never forgotten you

I, who suffered your craziness

Your flirtation, your indecisiveness

And that man

Had you as I should have had you

And that man

Had you as I should have had you

Quick!

All nurses, come as fast as you can!

Defibrillator.

All hands on deck, please. Surgery!

STAIRS

Forgive me.

I don't have to tell you

Where I come from

It was just as life intended

Tomorrow morning

We'll be just two strangers

Because I never stop
Either walking or loving

Let's hear it!

THANKS, JOE, WE LOVE YOU

Joe, Joe, Joe!

Come on, Joe!

Let me tell you what my people have lived

Listen carefully
Let me tell you what my people have lived

LORD, MAKE US INSTRUMENTS OF YOUR PEACE

And then tell me what it feels, yeah

In the 1600s

Hear my song!

When the tyrant ruled

The streets of Cartagena

Yeah!

Lived this story

When here came those slave traders

And Africans in chains kissed my land

Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery

LONG LIVE JOE! THANKS FOR YOUR MUSIC

Hear me out!

Don't you touch her
Don't you hit my woman

If you do, get ready for war

Children of Changó
Party, marimba and chonta

A fist on your mouth is what you get

If you mess with my people
You'll get in trouble

You'll end up flat on the floor

Get ready, the Black has come

Africa in Colombia, no one can lie to us

An African couple

Slaves to a Spanish man

He abused them so badly

And beat up his wife

And that's when he rebelled
The handsome Black man

TO JAIME, FOREVER

He avenged his love
And you can still hear it by the fence

Don't you hit my woman

No.

Don't you hit my woman

No!

Don't you hit my woman

Listen up, don't you hit my woman

Don't you hit my woman

I warn you, leave her alone
She's not to be touched

Don't you hit my woman

Because my fist could meet your mouth

Don't you hit my woman

I'll slap and cane you
If you touch my woman

I'll slap and cane you
If you touch my woman

Don't you mess with my woman
Because the Black woman has the power

Things have changed
They're not like yesterday

If you mess with my people
Everything will end up in flames

I'll slap and cane you
My woman is to be respected

I'll slap and cane you
I'll destroy you with my rhythm and lines

Yeah! ChocQuibTown in the house

-ChocQuibTown, baby
-The queen of the Congo

-Rico!
-Julio Bagué!

-Say it!
-Joe, endless

Don't you hit her

This one's to make you suffer

I don't have to tell you where I come from

It was just as life intended

Tomorrow morning
We'll be just two strangers

Because I never stop
Either walking or loving

You don't have to know my path

It was just as fate intended

Tomorrow morning
We'll be just two strangers

You'll think it was a dream
Don't ask me why I left

I have the endless stride of a walker

I was born in a land far away from here

If you are ever asked who your lover was

Tell them he was a walker
That life brought here

I have the endless stride of a walker

I was born in a land far away from here

If you are ever asked who your lover was

Tell them he was a walker
That life brought here

Mike said it!

What a note!

I go walking

I go walking like this

I go walking

My walker goes singing my song

I go walking

I go singing like this

I go walking

Come walking, walking

Come on, Fruko!

Come on, Joe!

I go walking

I go singing like this

I go walking

And I let my song go with the wind

I go walking

I go walking like this

I go walking

Come walking, walking

Hear me out, Colombia!

Listen to Fruko's band!