No Soy de Aqui, Ni Soy de Alla

I like the sun and the woman when she cries
The swallows and the bad ladies
Jumping balconies and opening windows
And the girls in April

I like wine as much as flowers
And lovers, but not the gentlemen
I love being friends with thieves
And songs in French

I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age, nor future
And being happy is my color
Of identity
I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age, nor future
And being happy is my color
Of identity

I like to always be lying on the sand
And on a bicycle chasing Manuela
And all the time to watch the stars
With the Marña in the wheat field

I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age, nor future
And being happy is my color
Of identity
I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age, nor future
And being happy is my color
Of identity