MI CAÍ, lo que te cuente es poco

And sit here by my side
That this tells itself
That even though everything is invented in Cádiz
And what I tell you is little

That everyone loves Cádiz
But she, flirtatious, doesn't want it
No matter how much they court her
And so they've been for three thousand years

Between the east and the west
Camarón, Paco de Lucía
El Beni, Chano Lobato
Quiñones, Rafael Alberti

The joy, the three-four beat
La Paquera, Lola Flores
María la Yerbabuena
With La Perla, La Jurado

Look at Masa with Peña
Their heritage, the people
The science, the know-it-alls
There's no place with more art

For every square meter
Today I want to get drunk
Remembering a pasodoble
From a hippie who is immortal

And end up in the early hours
In La Caleta singing
Chanting a chorus
With knuckles on a glass

That Cádiz has no kings
Only carnival poets
And for the world to know
I've chosen this beat

I tell you, Andalusia
Long live Andalusia always
And after Cádiz, (Cai)
No more to say