Es Albacete
Rozalén
It's Albacete
It's Albacete
The city where I was born
Where you leave crying
That you miss so much
Where I want to die
The place my grandparents loved
It's my beacon, my roots
The folk songs of my mother
The knife of my father
That cuts through everything
Everything but my roots
It's Albacete
Land of hills and plains
Where you'll make good friends
Because it's a crossroads
But it's not just a pit stop
The Harvard City of Spain
From La Mancha to New York
It's got its noble people
And humor as its flag
They'll give you lots of love
And humor as its flag
The Harvard City of Spain
From La Mancha to New York
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
Eat some atascaburras
And a miguelito in La Roda
Fill up the wine skin
You won't be left alone
This feels like a wedding
You won't be left alone
Eat some atascaburras
And a miguelito in La Roda
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
Come to the pincho at the fair
'Cause I'm gonna find you
Tie your espadrilles tight
'Cause the dance I'm gonna show you
Is gonna make you fall in love
The dance I'm gonna show you
Come to the pincho at the fair
'Cause I'm gonna find you
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
Lai, larlaí, larla
It's Albacete
The city where I was born
Where you leave crying
That you miss so much
Where I want to die
