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La Raja de Tu Falda - Directo Acústico

Era una tarde tonta y caliente
De esas que te quema el sol la frente
Era el verano del 97
Y yo me moría por verte
Mi única idea era camelarte
Era llevarte a cualquier parte
Yo ese día tocaba en el bar sin nombre
Y allí esperaba encontrarte
Me puse un pantaloncito estrecho
La camiseta de los conciertos
Vamos josele tira "p′al" coche
Porque esta noche nos la comemos
Y al pasar por tu calle allí estabas tu
Esperando en la parada del autobús
Comiéndote con gracia aquel chupachup
¡que vicio que vicio!
No se que me dio por la espalda
Cuando vi la raja de tu falda
Que un seat panda se me cruzo
Y se comió el parachoques de mi Ford Escort
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo tuve un piñazo
Con un seat panda
10: 40 post meridiam
Llegamos tarde para no variar
Y el tío del garito esta "mosqueao"
Porque aun no hay nada "montao"
Y la gente entra que te entra
Y yo enchufa que te enchufa
Mi hermano prueba que te prueba
¿Esto se escucha o no se escucha?
Entre el calor de la gente alma del ambiente
Los focos deslumbrantes son muy potentes
El publico delante muy expectante
¡caliente, caliente!
De repente se abrió la puerta
Mientras yo cogía la guitarra
Y me temblaron las piernas
Al ver de nuevo la raja de tu falda
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo rompi tres cuerdas
De esta guitarra
Y ahora ya a pasado el tiempo
Parece que fuera ayer
Desde que desapareciste
Del concierto
Yo te he vuelto a ver
Ya no recuerdo tus ojos
Ni siquiera tu mirada
Tan solo puedo acordarme de la raja de tu falda.
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo me he "obsesionao" y voy de barra en barra.
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo tuve un piñazo con un seat panda.
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo tuve un siniestro con un seat panda

The Slit in Your Skirt - Acoustic Live

It was a silly and hot afternoon
One of those where the sun burns your forehead
It was the summer of '97
And I was dying to see you
My only idea was to hit on you
Was to take you anywhere
That day I was playing at the bar without a name
And there I hoped to find you
I put on some tight pants
The T-shirt from the concerts
Come on, Josele, let's go to the car
Because tonight we're going to have a blast
And as I passed by your street there you were
Waiting at the bus stop
Gracefully eating that lollipop
What a treat, what a treat!
I don't know what came over me
When I saw the slit in your skirt
That a Seat Panda crossed me
And ate the bumper of my Ford Escort
Because of the slit in your skirt
I had a smash
With a Seat Panda
10:40 PM
We're late, as usual
And the guy at the club is pissed off
Because nothing is "set up" yet
And the people keep coming in
And I keep plugging in
My brother keeps testing
Can you hear this or not?
Among the heat of the crowd, the soul of the atmosphere
The dazzling spotlights are very powerful
The audience in front is very expectant
Hot, hot!
Suddenly the door opened
As I picked up the guitar
And my legs trembled
When I saw again the slit in your skirt
Because of the slit in your skirt
I broke three strings
Of this guitar
And now time has passed
It seems like yesterday
Since you disappeared
From the concert
I've seen you again
I don't remember your eyes anymore
Not even your look
I can only remember the slit in your skirt.
Because of the slit in your skirt
I've become obsessed and I go from bar to bar.
Because of the slit in your skirt
I had a smash with a Seat Panda.
Because of the slit in your skirt
I had an accident with a Seat Panda.