Paisanaje

The shrimp were flying through bulerías
Before your songs were so mine
You forgive, so yours, so-and-so's
Fatigues and cassocks, long live my brother

Long live your blonde sister, muse potter
Who sings her petenera under the rain
Who sings her petenera under the rain

Her sharp saeta, her mating call
Perfumes the dawn with her grapefruit
Perfumes the dawn with her grapefruit

Because you were the first among equals in your leap
Don't do acrobatic tricks that I'll get you
So Albanian Kosovar, so Lydia Lozano
So Christian, so vulgar, so chic, so Afghan

So close and so far, to see you and not see you
So young and so old, death to death
So young and so old, death to death

Others charge for your collection of cities
I sing my solitudes because I have too many
I sing my solitudes because I have too many

Inspiration and women, blonde brunette
They stick pins in me at the fair
They stick pins in me

My niece granddaughter is named Luna
The tuna guys cut a little piece
Lola told Cupid's facha
Agreeing with what he crosses out, his favorite

Charter flight trips, without farewell
My countrymen tailor suits to fit me
My countrymen tailor suits to fit me

Joker who goes too far but doesn't arrive
My heart is the house of the Ortegas
My heart is the house of the Ortegas

Not to mention feelings, time and rhythm
Feeling is a lament, from Barrabas
Feeling is a lament

Beloved pillow of the heartless
Almost everything is almost nothing, almost a sin
Almost everything is almost nothing