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 charm you
Was to take you anywhere
That day I played at the nameless bar
And there I hoped to find you

I put on tight shorts
The concert t-shirt
Come on Josele, let's go to the car
Because tonight we'll have a blast

And as we passed by your street, there you were
Waiting at the bus stop
Gracefully sucking on that lollipop
What a vice, what a vice!

I don't know what came over me
When I saw the slit of your skirt
A Seat Panda crossed my path
And ate the bumper of my Ford Escort

Through the slit of 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 annoyed
Because nothing's set up yet
And people keep coming in
And I keep plugging in
My brother keeps testing
Can you hear this or not?
Among the heat of the people, soul of the atmosphere
The dazzling spotlights are very powerful
The audience in front very expectant
Hot, hot!
Suddenly the door opened
While I grabbed the guitar
And my legs trembled
Seeing again the slit of your skirt

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 haven't seen you again
I don't remember your eyes
Not even your gaze
I can only remember the slit of your skirt
Through the slit of your skirt
I've become obsessed and 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