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Letra
Every Sunday comes to Nemesio, The first champion, the strength of the people, In the side stand the breath is heard, It came the band, come on El Expreso, No one can imagine what I feel, Rather than a passion, it’s a feeling, No one can imagine, Because I’m still encouraging to el Expreso, This is eternal love, This is the whole band of the first champion, It’s out of control, Come on, that all this people is always encouraging, Rojo, go ahead, And I only ask God, To make El Expreso be the first again, For being the champion…
