One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal.
One golden glance of what should be.
It’s a kind of magic.
One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal.
One golden glance of what should be.
It’s a kind of magic.
—¿Lo entendiste?
—Sí.
—¿Sí, ¡qué!?
—Sí, papá.