Aire
Tanxugueiras
Air
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralara
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralaaa
Walking without horizons
It's the cold that kills me
Breaking the tough gates
Breaking everything that ties me
Stepping on the pedal without feeling
Engine roaring and without gears
Stepping on the pedal without feeling
Engine roaring and without gears
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go, mom
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go, mom
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralara
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralaaa
I know how to play the tambourine here in Lugo and Madrid
I know how to play the tambourine here in Lugo and Madrid
I know how to play the tambourine here in Lugo and Madrid
I also know how to mock those who mock me
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go, mom
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go, mom
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralara
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralaaa
Following the whistling air
Without avoiding the movement
Following the whistling air
Without avoiding the movement
I leave the path marked, oh yes
Skidding on the cement
I leave the path marked, oh yes
Skidding on the cement
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go, mom
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go, mom
Rumbambá, rumbambá
With the air I go
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralara
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralaaa
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralara
Laralá laralá
Laralá laralaaa
