La maquina bien engrasada comienza a mover los engranajes, comencemos a mover la cadera disco-te-quera

Permitidme que modifique un poco la letra...

WE WERE BORN TO BE, ALIVE WE WERE BORN TO BE, ALIVE

BORN, BORN TO BE ALIVE (BORN TO BE ALIVE)

YOU SEE WE'RE BORN, BORN, BORN, BORN TO BE ALIVE


PEOPLE ASK ME WHY I NEVER FIND A PLACE TO STOP AND SETTLE

DOWN DOWN DOWN


BUT I NEVER WANTED ALL THE THINGS THAT PEOPLE NEED TO FIND THEIR

LIVES LIVES LIVES

YOU SEE WE'RE BORN, BORN, BORN TO BE ALIVE (BORN TO BE ALIVE)

YOU SEE WE'RE BORN, BORN, BORN


IT'S GOOD TO BE ALIVE, TO BE ALIVE, TO BE ALIVE
IT'S GOOD TO BE ALIVE, TO BE ALIVE, TO BE ALIVE
IT'S GOOD TO BE ALIVE

TIMES WAS ON MY SIDE WHEN I RUNNIN' IN THE STREET IT WAS THE

BY BY BY

A SUITCASE AND AN OLD GUITAR COMPUTER AND SOMETHING NEW TO OCCUPY MY

MIND MIND MIND

YOU SEE WE'RE BORN, BORN, BORN TO BE ALIVE (BORN TO BE ALIVE)

YOU SEE WE'RE BORN, BORN, BORN

YOU SEE WE'RE BORN, BORN, BORN TO BE ALIVE (BORN TO BE ALIVE) BORN TO BE ALIVE

...me engorde y los pantalones apretan las joyas, asi que toca cantar en falsete...



Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Well now, I get low and I get high,
and if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right. It's OK.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah. Stayin' alive.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.

Ahi queda eso...