Vida

No one chooses their family or their race when they are born
Neither being rich, poor, good, bad, brave or cowardly
We are born from a decision in which we were not consulted
And no one can promise us results

When we are born we don't even know our name
Neither what our path will be, nor what the future hides
Between baptism and burial, everyone makes their own path
And with your decisions a destiny

We are just another deck of cards in a game that another has begun
And each one will bet according to the hand he has inherited
Life is a door where you are not charged for entry
And the soul is the ticket that, when you live, they tear you up when you pay

And every step creates a footprint, and every footprint is a story
And every yesterday is a star in the sky of memory
And the tide of time brings and takes our contradictions
And between return and farewell, mistakes heal

And every friend is the family we choose among strangers
And between waiting and meeting one learns over the years
That only to the conscience our spirit responds
And one thing is to be a man and another is to be a man

No one chooses their family or their race when they are born
Neither being good, bad, pretty, ugly, innocent or guilty
From birth to death, every life is a bet
The answer depends on our will

(I dream of a different world) oh no!
(Where our love never ends) where never, where never
Let us never discard the reason of others
Where we never forget to shake hands (with whom?)
To the one who has been left behind

I dream of a different world
Where our love never ends
It is leaving our land better than when we entered it
Like a grandmother's affection, for the hope of the brave child
Clear as summer

I dream of a different world
Where our love never ends
The white bones of a dead person can be of any race
If death doesn't discriminate, then life shouldn't either

Lalo!

Long live the gypsies!

Fight for a different world
Where our love never goes out
Where what you say, think, do, feel, give you happiness
Without your joy being based on the evil of others

Fight for a different world
Where our love never goes out
This truth is very simple, even a child knows it
If there was no rhythm in your life, there will be no key in your death

For the Habichuela clan (pure life)
There in Madrid
Olé (pure life)

Pure life
Pure life
Pure life
Pure life
Pure life