Por La Raja de Tu Falda

It was a hot and silly afternoon
One of those that burns the sun on 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 taking you anywhere
That day I was playing at the bar without a name
And there I hoped to find you

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

And as I walked down your street there you were
Waiting at the bus stop
Eating that lollipop gracefully
What a vice, what a vice!

I don't know what hit me behind my 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 in your skirt
I had a crash
With a SEAT panda

Through the slit in your skirt
I had a crash
With a SEAT panda

10:40 PM
We arrived late as usual
And the guy from the bar is pissed off

Because there is nothing mounted yet
And people come in and get into you
And I plug you in, plug you in
My brother proves that he proves you
Is this audible or not audible?
Among the warmth of the people soul of the environment
Glaring spotlights are very powerful

The public in front was 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 in your skirt
I broke three strings
About this guitar

Through the slit in your skirt
I broke three strings
About this guitar

And now time has passed
It seems like it was yesterday
Since you disappeared
From the concert
I haven't seen you again
I don't remember your eyes anymore
Not even your gaze
I can only remember the slit in your skirt

Through the slit in your skirt
I have become obsessed and I go from bar to bar

Through the slit in your skirt
I had a crash with a SEAT Panda

Through the slit in your skirt
I had a crash with a SEAT Panda

Through the slit in your skirt
I had an accident with a SEAT Panda