Description
Lyricist, Guitar, Associated Performer, Composer, Producer: Yerai Cortés
Associated Performer: Macarena Campos
Associated Performer: Triana Maciel
Associated Performer: Salomé Ramirez
Associated Performer: María Reyes
Associated Performer: Elena Ollero
Associated Performer: Nerea Dominguez
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Producer: Harto Rodríguez
Mastering Engineer: Miguel Ángel González
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ole, las aguas, sal y cantinas
Ni en los puertos
Ni en los puertos italianos
Ni en los cafés parisinos
Ni en los puertos italianos
Ni en los cafés parisinos
Vas a encontrar un querer
Más que el de este alicantino
Ni en los cafés parisinos
Ni en los puertos italianos
Vas a encontrar un querer
Querer, querer, querer
Querer, querer, querer, querer, querer
Como el de este gitano
Yo tiro lo que no quiero
Lo que quiero lo consigo
Y no te puedo convencer
Diciéndote una y otra vez
Que quiero morir contigo
Dos años llevo en la cara
La careta del extraño
Chiquilla, quítamela ya
Que te curo el desengaño
Aunque parezca que no te quiero
Aunque parezca que no te quiero
Aunque parezca que no te quiero
Aunque parezca que no te quiero
Yo por tu cariño muero, me muero
Yo por tu cariño muero, me muero
Yo por tu cariño muero, me muero
Yo por tu cariño muero
Ni en los puertos italianos
Ni en los cafés parisinos
Ni en los puertos italianos
Ni en los cafés parisinos
Vas a encontrar un querer
Más que el de este alicantino
Ni en los cafés parisinos
Ni en los puertos italianos
Vas a encontrar un querer
Querer, querer, querer
Querer, querer, querer, querer, querer
Como el de este gitano
Mira, mira, mira, mira, mira, mira, mira, mira, mira, mira
Ya está
English translation
Ole, the waters, salt and canteens
Not even in the ports
Not even in the Italian ports
Not even in Parisian cafes
Not even in the Italian ports
Not even in Parisian cafes
You will find a love
More than that of this Alicante
Not even in Parisian cafes
Not even in the Italian ports
You will find a love
Want, want, want
Want, want, want, want, want
Like this gypsy
I throw away what I don't want
What I want I get
And I can't convince you
Telling you over and over again
I want to die with you
I've been on my face for two years
The stranger's mask
Girl, take it away from me now
May I cure your disappointment
Even though it seems like I don't love you
Even though it seems like I don't love you
Even though it seems like I don't love you
Even though it seems like I don't love you
I die for your love, I die
I die for your love, I die
I die for your love, I die
I die for your love
Not even in the Italian ports
Not even in Parisian cafes
Not even in the Italian ports
Not even in Parisian cafes
You will find a love
More than that of this Alicante
Not even in Parisian cafes
Not even in the Italian ports
You will find a love
Want, want, want
Want, want, want, want, want
Like this gypsy
Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look
That's it