Que Se Te Escapa El Negro

The black man slips away from you, he slips away
Like sweat running, hunting sweat
He sells blondes in the subway, oh what a big mistake
Tobacco is poison, a drug that kills
He sells blondes in the subway, oh what a joke
Hit that dog with a stick, hit him in the face
And the arm I twist, how it slips
It seems like steel and jelly

But what do I think
You shut up and take it
Don't look at the fire in his eyes
He could be your grandson
But he's your rat with whom
you play the game they
send you

What a laugh and what a joke, never fails
You leave him several meters
for the little black man to go away
Jumping, jumping
towards your partner, who
waits above with his stick
and his anger, to give a beating

But what do I think
You shut up and take it
Don't look at the fire in his eyes
He could be your grandson
But he's your rat with whom
you play the game they
send you

European couple
melting pot of Spain