Barceloneta (feat. Franco 126 & Coez)

I chase her smile, spicy chorizo (chorizo)
The times I've cried more than I've laughed
The times I'm hot and dream of a distant island (eh)
A name like El Paso, I shout randomly, adelante (eh)
I hug my brother, you've had too much, beautiful
In search of happiness as if it were a grain
Of sand in this mess, oh oh oh
Of sand in this mess, woah oh oh
If then from Maghreb, clear that it gives you a crack
Same coin, Pigneto-Barceloneta
Take half of it, otherwise you end up on another planet
She dances on the Rambla, passes me by and doesn't look back
Comet
And I talk to you, but you have your ears blocked
Like flying over a jumbo
And even tonight sleep arrived late
And I know you're another mistake
And I talk to you, but you have your ears blocked
Like flying over a jumbo
And even tonight sleep arrived late, woah woah woah
And I know you're another mistake
If you were to leave, I would understand
One way ticket Ryanair
The roofs seem like nests to me
Moira Orfei is dead too
Clams and bottarga, let's go without a license plate eh
The roadblock
Bro, reverse, eh eh eh
She has seagull wing eyebrows
And they glide gently, on my horse, we gallop
Outside they're setting off fireworks, it seems like we're in Naples (eh)
Let's make a fire eh eh
The phone rings, let it ring
I'm not a sailor, my ship is leaving
I hold the golden stake like a German
Another raw one on the Rambla with a German (eh-i i)
Barceloneta what are we doing emigrating (aooh)
Italians? (come on)
We jump the taxi line (let's go)
Where are we going? (eeh)
In the street in slippers, viados
Leather shops smoking charas
Barcelona TV, Sergio Ramos
We meet then change direction
And I talk to you, but you have your ears blocked
Like flying over a jumbo
And even tonight sleep arrived late
And I know you're another mistake
And I talk to you, but you have your ears blocked
Like flying over a jumbo
And even tonight sleep arrived late, oh oh oh
And I know you're another mistake
We stranded at Bogatell
Ándale, ándale (eh)
I speak in gestures to a French girl
Adios, adieu
She always wants to have the last word, eh
We get lost in bedsheet mazes
Us lost in Barça hey
I take a sip from a cane hey
Turn on a cold water tap and hot water comes out (oh)
Out of sync, we mess up the salsa steps (salsa)
You, disappeared in the crowd on the Rambla, hey
Let's go
The siesta in Barceloneta then we panic (oh-oh)
A gay guy dancing flamenco on a table (oh)
Peaches in the sangria
And I light my cigarette with yours (eh hey hey hey eh)
Even though we're on
Two different flights there's the same sun, yes
Even though
We're at high altitude I smell the sea from here
From here
From here
From here