Hasta Los Andares

There's the girl, the good girl
And she swore to me by the Macarena
And that's a lie
That she doesn't see anyone on the avenue
And whoever wants honor must earn it
And in exchange, now everything is worth it
Let it be a little fly, as the old ones are few
That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango
That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango

And I've seen the girls who laugh
And seeing her dressed up to her ankles
But she thanked God for being born a gypsy
And nailed in my chest and in the palm of her hands
All the laws of the gypsy people

That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango
That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango

Don't look at me, we look at each other
And we can't find a way not to look at each other
Let's not look at each other, because when no one is looking
We will look at each other

That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango
(That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango)
That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango
That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango
That gypsy until the walks where
She passes, paints the ground with polka dots
And the braid of her hair dances like a shrimp tango