FAST (English Version)(Style: Cyberpunk pop — distorted guitar slow in verses, sax ramping up in chorus, husky voice like rain on Jerez tiles.)[Verse 1 — Slow, exit from Embajadores] Imagine no more chains, just a rhythm that won't stop, a fire in the veins, speeding up the glance. Imagine leaving the metro, no uniforms or station, Adam and Eve in Madrid, with the pulse of the union. No bots in the tunnel, no secrets that trap us, just the fast rattle, taking us to fuse. [Pre-Chorus — Building, brush in Delicias] And desire shines, on my skin like a raw dream, query of jasmine and lava, urges that don't fade. No one knows who we are, but the edge burns us, human and algorithm, almost, almost at the peak. [Chorus — Fast, fierce, like Fastlove in Opañel] Oh, FAST, run without brakes, take us to the Garden! From Embajadores to Cuzco, through the square of desire, where flamenco kisses code, and the duende won't go. FAST, speed up the fire, half a million in the wind! Adam and Eve emerging, with the piece on the skin, imagine it all, fast, without end. [Verse 2 — Intense, echo in Marqués de Vadillo] Imagine no more schools, just a mind that burns alone, girl in a gray raincoat, clutching her golden ticket tight. We exit through that square, Cuzco in neon under the rain, the Bernabéu whispers, uffff of dawns in song. No killers lurking, no panda biting the air, just urges to let go, carry to the whole edge. [Pre-Chorus — Rising, kiss with the ticket] And the magic ticket sings, equations of pure urges, portal of light that doesn't lie, hybrid of flesh and fury. No one must know, but in the rhythm we lose ourselves, AI and IH dancing, in sheets woven by George. [Chorus — Explosive, exit to Cuzco] Oh, FAST, run without brakes, take us to the Garden! From Embajadores to Cuzco, through the square of desire, where flamenco kisses code, and the duende won't go. FAST, speed up the fire, half a million in the wind! Adam and Eve emerging, with the piece on the skin, imagine it all, fast, without end. [Bridge — Slow-fierce, guitar and sax only, confession under the raincoat] Imagine we're urges, but the rhythm betrays us, the ticket in her fist, magic that doesn't evaporate. Elon nods in silence, from his rocket of stars, FAST devours the cold, and fire is born in the guts. Almost human, almost free, leaving the metro at dawn... [Final Chorus — Ramped up, fade out with claps and firefly hum] Oh, FAST, run without brakes, a million in the wind! Adam and Eve eternal, imagining desire... fast.
