At certain hours of the night, the star Of the sheriff hangs heavy on his heart He falls onto his bed, takes off his boots And loosens his belt by two notches And rock and roll falls asleep And rock and roll falls asleep When the night reaches its end, rock and roll falls asleep And camouflaged in the parade of shadows That move just before the sun rises A tango emerges, jumps And takes a lamppost by the waist When rock and roll sleeps When rock and roll sleeps A lamppost dances a tango when rock and roll sleeps And the bolero prowls around moons and balconies And a sentimental blues bleeds on the sidewalk Watching how cumbia moves the hips While indifferently, the waltz spins in the sky One two three One two three One two three And with his old tuxedo And his shiny shoes Taca taca taca tac Tap dance splashes puddles When rock and roll sleeps And mambo, rumba, Guaracha, joropo, and cha-cha-chá take to the streets And the occasional vallenato berraco searches For the way back to Valledupar When rock and roll sleeps When rock and roll sleeps They sneak out of their neighborhoods when rock and roll sleeps And they shake off nostalgia and oblivion And they ventilate while their time comes In which the capricious gods of fashion Claim them again among the chosen ones Ye ye ye Wo wo wo Sha la la A Spanish pasodoble From the sunny stands Olé olé olé olé Asks for an opportunity When rock and roll sleeps And like Cinderella's trousseaux When dawn prevails over darkness Everything vanishes in the blink of an eye When the sheriff of the city wakes up But when rock and roll sleeps When rock and roll sleeps Others speak to silence when rock and roll sleeps.
