Que Trata de Andalucia
Los Aslándticos
About Andalusia
Cardboard of red wine and square, in Meiva
and with foreign brand flip-flops
a phone with no credit, a motorcycle on reserve
gasoline goes up and you flatten your ear
Streets like those of yesterday
With stones on the ground and white walls.
Calluses from silversmith, from guitar and what do I know
They come out to the balconies with flip-flops on their feet.
If you go fast: brake; it's not worth it
At this time the sun always reaches the sidewalk.
Brake it's not worth it, if you seek shade you have arrived in my land.
About Andalusia cousin, you don't understand anything
Narrow streets of wine, of parties and of dogs with bad temper.
And it's not to scare you cousin but you have to be alert
The sun won't burn you if you seek shade running from here to there.
Bars with small beers and tapas, squares of rascals and scoundrels
Circles of clapping, of boxes and guitars and for Sundays the little field, the beach
Look and be quiet grilles with balconies in my neighborhood never fail (repeat).
About Andalusia cousin, you don't understand anything
Narrow streets of wine, of parties and of dogs with bad temper.
And it's not to scare you cousin but you have to be alert
The sun won't burn you if you seek shade running from here to there
