The band AC/DC turns 50 and announces its European tour.

-50 years, man! 

-Wooooo, how time flies!

-We are fireproof, Luis Ángel. We are in the best moment.

-Yes, ho.

-Some gourds, man. 

-Yes, ho.

-The first sixty years of childhood are the most difficult. Afterwards…

-Don't believe it. They always tell me: you'll see when you're sixty, that's it. And nothing. 

-What do you mean, nothing?

-I'm already sixty and I see less than a fish in my ass.

-But AC/DC is back! Are we going to visit Seville?

-Aren't I telling you that I don't see a posh guy? Toi worse than Breaker.

-What is it, Luis Ángel, aren't you excited about the launch?

-No more time for anything to be thrown at me.

-So?

-Na, man, rock and roll is a prexubulation.

-Shut up, man. 

-Alopecia, Fredo, that was what killed me.

-Don't say stupid things, we are rock history.

-Who? You and I?

-Satanic and Sotiello!  

-Yeah, man, but...

-Woooo, Luis Ángel! We had a great band!

-Yes, but to smoke pipes, trick motorcycles and engage each other.

-You are a reference for Colombians!

-Na. I no longer have any fun and don't bother anymore. 

-The rock spirit is never lost, Luis Angel. You were a coyonudu singer.

-That's what my ex-wife said.

-It was nice to go laying around for the night, enjoying the concerts...

-Woah!

 -…Playing that riff on invisible guitars.

-Woah!

-Do you remember when that airport security guard told you: take out all the metal that's inside? And you: Living easyyyyy, livin' freeeeee!!!

-Wow, kid, some tapping on the boarding door...!

-They kicked us out of Ranón! Let's arm my mother's!

-The people were always very dodgy. Don't do anything but criticize me.

-They say you have a lot of vice: it sucks in winter, it sucks in summer...

-I could never live without the leather jacket.

-Not me, man. They never understood us.

-What times! What a march there was in the basin!

-Before, in Colomines you could hear punk music, hard rock... 

-Now it's too shit: Reggaeton, the putu reggaeton!

-You have to hold on, partner! 

-Where do you have the chains, the spiked petrine and all that?

-Sell it to the scrapyard. And you? Do you have the amps in carbonera?

-I don't have any charcoal. I sold the coal voucher…

-Cagonros! 

-Living easyyyyy, livin' freeeeee!!!

-Play it again, Luis Ángel. Let me remember.

-Hey, Sataaaan! Hey, Sataaaaaan!

-Metal colleagues.