I'm just a human trick
On a trip to Andalusia,
The country where the landscapes take shape like spaghetti westerns...
It is said that in the United States ,
A valley died of jealousy of Andalusia and its spaghetti westerns...
Oh, Andalusia, the countries where women look straight into the eyes, at the sun, without glasses or anything else trick, straight in the eye...
Chorus:
I am only a human trick who would like to become a man,
Without trick at my age,
The perfect thing would be
To be considered as a man,
A real one, a big one, a human being of my age.
A human without gimmicks!
I'm just a human trick
I met, on my way,
A human without tricks who dreamed, however,
Day and night, of becoming one.
Yet it is he who still gives me today,
The strength and the desire to stay among humans today...
Oh, again and again, I say thank you to those like him who,
Lacerate the skies with a thousand fires without artifice,
Who slip into a bed,
One look, taps you on the shoulder to tell you Go y ...
Go ahead, sing, climb, climb to your heart!
Save yourself, don't be afraid!
Open wide my little one, it's time to swallow a ©huge breath of fresh air!
Andalusia, Anda, anda,
Andalusia, Anda, anda,
Andalusia, Anda, anda,
Andalusia, Anda, anda!
Chorus
Andalusia, anda!
Chorus
Andalusia ...

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