Por La Raja de Tu Falda

It was a silly and hot afternoon
One of those that the Sun burns your forehead
It was the summer of '97
And I was dying to see you
My only idea was to flirt with you
It was to take you anywhere
That day I was playing at the bar with no name
And there I hoped to find you

I put on tight pants
The concert t-shirt
Come on Josele, get to the car
Because tonight we eat it

And when I passed by your street, there you were
Waiting at the bus stop
Eating that lollipop with grace
What a vice, what a vice!

I don't know what hit me in the back
When I saw the slit in your skirt
That a SEAT panda crossed my path
And he ate the bumper of my Ford Escort

Through the slit of your skirt
I had a blow
With a SEAT panda

10:40 post meridian
We arrived late so as not to change
And the guy at the joint is pissed off

Because there is still nothing set up
And people come in that come in
And I plug that plug you in
My brother proves that he proves you
Is this heard or not heard?
Among the warmth of the people, soul of the environment
The dazzling spotlights are very powerful

The public in front very expectant
Hot Hot!
Suddenly the door opened
While I picked up the guitar
And my legs shook
Seeing the slit in your skirt again

Through the slit of your skirt
I broke three strings
of this guitar

And now time has passed
It seems like yesterday
since you disappeared
From the concert
I have seen you again
I no longer remember your eyes
Not even your look
I can only remember the slit in your skirt
Through the slit of your skirt
I have become obsessed and I go from bar to bar

Through the slit of your skirt
I had a crash with a SEAT panda
Through the slit of your skirt
I had an accident with a SEAT panda