Y Ándale

What will your family say
When they see me drinking
They will think that because of you
I live getting drunk
Come on

But if you saw how beautiful
Those drunken nights are
Come on
But until when will your parents
Keep watching over you
Come on

Every time I come to see you
I always end up stumbling
Is it just bad luck
Or is it starting to rain on me
Come on

But if you saw I have my puddle
And my hillside fig tree
Come on
But until when I have my puddle
And my blooming fig tree
Come on

They tell me I'm a fool
For getting drunk
And despite
Your disdain
I want to keep drinking
Come on

But if you saw how beautiful
These drunken nights are
Come on
But how beautiful I spend the hours
Strolling with bottles
Come on