It was a silly and hot afternoon
One of those that makes your forehead burn with the sun
It was the summer of '97
And I was dying to see you
My only idea was camelarte
It was like taking you anywhere
I was playing that day at the bar with no name
And there I hoped to find you
I put on a pair of tight pants
The T-shirt of the concerts
Come on Josele gets out to the car
Because tonight we eat it up
And as we passed by your street there you were
Waiting at the bus stop bus
Eating that lollipop with grace
What a vice, what a vice!
I don't know what hit me in the back
When he saw the slit in your skirt
That a Seat Panda crossed my path
And ate the bumper of my Ford Escort
Through the slit in your skirt me
I had a bad time with a Seat Panda
10:40 post meridiam
We arrived late so as not to change
And the guy at the joint is angry
Because there is still nothing set up
And people come in that come in
And I plug in that plug in you
My brother, try what the test
ÃÂIs this heard or not heard?
Among the heat of the people, soul of the environment
The dazzling spotlights are very powerful
The public in front very expectant
ÃÂHot, hot! Suddenly the door opened
While I was picking up the guitar and my legs trembled
When I saw the slit in your skirt again
Through the slit in your skirt I
I broke three strings on this guitar
And now time has passed
It seems like it was yesterday
Since you disappeared from the concert
I haven't seen you again, I no longer remember your eyes
Not even your look
I can only remember the slit in your skirt
Because of the slit in your skirt
I have become obsessed and I go from bar to bar bar
Because of the slit in your skirt
I had a crash with a Seat Panda
Because of the slit in your skirt
I had an accident with a Seat Panda< br/>