The shrimp flew through bulerías
before your songs were so mine '.
The shrimp flew by bulerías,
before your songs were so mine,
you forgive, so yours, so so-and-so,
fatiguitas and chasubles, live my brother.
Long live your sister the blonde, muse potter,
that his petenera sings in the rain,
that his petenera sings in the rain,
his salty blade, his scream in heat,
which scent early in the morning with its grapefruit,
which scent early in the morning with its grapefruit.
Because primus interpares was your jump,
do not juggle, I'll fuck you,
so Albanian Kosovar, so Lydia Lozano,
so Christian, so vulgar, so chic, so Afghan.
So neighbors and so far, see you and not see you,
so young and so old, die death,
so young and so old, die death.
Your collection of cities others charge,
I sing my loneliness because I have too many,
I sing my solitudes because they are too much for me.
Inspiration and women, blonde brunette,
they nail the pins, in the verbena,
They stuck my pins.
My little niece is called Luna,
those of the prickly pear are cut
Lola said to the face of Don Cupido,
consenting to what he strips, his consent.
Travel in charter flight, without farewell,
my countrymen cut suits to my measure,
My countrymen cut suits to my measure.
Vacilón that propagates but does not arrive,
my heart is the house of the Ortegas,
my heart is the house of the Ortega.
Not to mention feelings, time and compass,
the feeling is a lament, of Barabbas,
the feeling is a lament.
Pillow in love, of the soulless,
almost everything is almost nothing, almost sin,
almost everything is almost nothing.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)