La Primerica Helá

Hey, you, you, you, boy

May money have a bad end
And the reason to spend it
May it have a bad end and be empty
And not being able to fill it

Being a picture of sadness
That leans against this wall
I'm content with your gaze
Being my resemblance

I haven't gotten involved with anyone
Nor have I lied to anyone
If I don't get involved where I'm called
You count where you shouldn't

But the problem is getting involved
I don't want to do it anymore
May God protect those who can no longer
Heal from this

We go out with the first frost
With the frost and the hair back
The old ladies have been up for an hour
I wouldn't change my street for anything

We go out with the first frost
With the throat already burst
At night some corner is pissed
I wouldn't change my street for anything

And here one gets up
Works like the most
From four to five takes a little nap
To sing at night

Andalusia is burning
And Spain is going to burn
Head held high, firm step
Slowly and in tune

What mystery hides
The closed mouth
That sometimes holds so many lies
And sometimes so much truth?

Andalusians, rise up
Ask for land and freedom
We are the mirror where everyone looks
Signed from Granada

But I am no longer me
Nor is my street my street anymore
Because times change them
And even real people

But I am no longer me
Nor is my street my street anymore
Because times change them
And even real people

We go out with the first frost
With the frost and the hair back
The old ladies have been up for an hour
I wouldn't change my street for anything

We go out with the first frost
With the frost and the hair back
The old ladies have been up for an hour
I wouldn't change my street for anything

We go out with the first frost
With the throat already burst
At night some corner is pissed
I wouldn't change my street for anything

We go out with the first frost
With the frost and the hair back
The old ladies have been up for an hour
They already have their two loaves of bread

We go out with the first frost
With the throat already burst
Today the Darro sounds and even the San Nicolás
Long live my neighborhood and long live Granada