España, Sevilla Y Yo

Gentlemen, this one's for you.

Spain is the land of little shots, not of gunshots
Vampires and anyone's homeland of
Mediocre and resentful people; yes, Spain is nothing else.
What do you expect? A border to cross or a place to
Reside? Do you think its flag represents me? I was
Born here by chance.
Let the radio station explode, let Angel Aceves get caught inside,
Let a gay bishop be on the cover of the magazine. In the
Country where the blind lead the one-eyed, my
Favorite phrase is 'Spaniards, Franco is dead.

Dead, and he won't come back, let him come back if he can, and
Give us back the 40 years he owes us. When it
Hurts, we complain, because we forget that the country is
A reflection of its citizens. What is Spain? A
Mortgage? A bar area? Wet backs?, dry land?. Is it a joint and a liter?, is it going to
Whores in secret?.

Spain, Seville, and I going in the wrong direction.
Beach vacations, quality of life. Spain,
Seville, and I going in the wrong direction. I'll do it without
A condom, but with my heart. Spain, Seville, and I going
In the wrong direction.

Who cares about this? I do quite a bit. I don't give a shit, man, I don't give a shit about you. Can I continue?
Go ahead. Somewhat fake, that's the inhabitant of the
City with a small-town mentality, which is
Seville. Chavs, bosses, dark-skinned Nazis who
Want to be a famous bullfighter. Andalusian gentlemen,
Right-wing bricklayers, lovers of crosses and
Bullfighting suits. Seville sings so much that it's off-key, what
Seville consumes the most are saints and cocaine.

More envious and jealous than anything else. That's right, it's not
Bland at all, because in the gossip everything is known,
If not, it's invented, because one thing is what it is and another
Thing is what it seems. Seville is lived outside
It's normal, and we have a special color.
And, the capital of bugles, combs, and
Suits, inside the cathedral there's a
Sinless wooden statue.

Spain, Seville, and I going in the wrong direction.
Beach vacations, quality of life. Spain,
Seville, and I going in the wrong direction. I'll do it without
A condom, but with my heart. Spain, Seville, and I going
In the wrong direction.

I have the remedy for your boredom, I make rap
Fit a size 10.5 shoe. I'm a penguin in the
Desert, I daydream. I'm an open book that
Is read at concerts. That's me, rookie, hip-hop
Gestapo, the boss reveals. I live the flow's
Stopper, give me a ring finger, a thumb, and an index finger and I'll be
Attractive.
I continue, I'm a witness, I search, you compare. You in the front
Row of the concert looking grumpy, me enjoying because I'm
The ballroom dance. What it means to be a professional
Dancer, Sara Baras; Spanish, circumstance,
Sevillian of moves. Century of dances against
Despair. Poet? I don't think so, spearhead in any case; the drop
That overflows the glass.

Spain, Seville, and I going in the wrong direction. Spain,
Seville, and I going in the wrong direction.
Spain, Seville, and I going in the wrong direction. Spain,
Seville, and I going in the wrong direction.