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Producer: Chanela Clicka
Lyrics and translation
Original
Toíta llena de flores tiene mi mai la terraza.
Que brillen con tanta gracia. No hay en España balcones como el que tiene mi casa.
La alegría de mi plaza va alegrando corazones.
En corral las callejones de Santa Cruz a Triana no tienen tantos colores, ni aromas, ni los sabores de cuando guisa mi mamá.
Me dicen malandro y orgulloso soy bandido por llegar donde he llegado y haber nacido en el barrio, siempre a Dios agradecido.
Yo nunca estuve solito, mi mai me dio nueve hermanos.
Siempre fuimos millonarios, con frijoles y arrocito compartíamos el llanto, las risas y buenos ratos, la cama, ropa y el frío.
Si había que dar puñetazos, siempre estuvieron conmigo.
No van pa'trás ni a balazos. Cuando me vieron descalzo, me dieron sus zapaticos.
Me dicen malandro y orgulloso soy bandido por llegar donde he llegado y haber nacido en el barrio, siempre a Dios agradecido.
Le pido a Dios me perdone por to' lo malo que he sido.
No solo me he arrepentido, es que ahora soy otro hombre.
Parezco mi yo de niño, voy peleando a nudillos, ya no salgo con puñales.
Cargo heridas de bandido y el corazón de cantante, con el alma en pedacitos, dejando atrás el delito pa' darle paz a mi madre.
Me dicen malandro y orgulloso soy bandido por llegar donde he llegado y haber nacido en el barrio, siempre a Dios agradecido.
Ya soy bueno, pero nunca se me quitó lo caliente.
Yo solo saco los dientes si es por una causa pura.
No presumo de valiente, es orgullo que a mi gente le cuide mi cara oscura.
Cuando dañan mi ternura, mi furia se hace presente pa' dar paso a la locura y con la fuerza de un Miura pongo paz aunque me duele.
Me dicen malandro y orgulloso soy bandido por llegar donde he llegado y haber nacido en el barrio, siempre a Dios agradecido.
Me dicen malandro y orgulloso soy bandido por llegar donde he llegado y haber nacido en el barrio, siempre a Dios agradecido.
Olee. Coño, coño.
English translation
Toíta full of flowers has my terrace.
Let them shine with so much grace. There are no balconies in Spain like the one my house has.
The joy of my square is making hearts happy.
In the corral, the alleys from Santa Cruz to Triana do not have as many colors, aromas, or flavors as when my mother cooks.
They call me a thug and I am a proud bandit for reaching where I have arrived and for having been born in the neighborhood, always grateful to God.
I was never alone, my mother gave me nine brothers.
We were always millionaires, with beans and rice we shared crying, laughter and good times, the bed, clothes and the cold.
If punches had to be thrown, they were always with me.
They don't go back or with bullets. When they saw me barefoot, they gave me their shoes.
They call me a thug and I am a proud bandit for reaching where I have arrived and for having been born in the neighborhood, always grateful to God.
I ask God to forgive me for all the bad things I have been.
Not only have I repented, I am now a different man.
I look like my childhood self, I fight with my knuckles, I no longer go out with daggers.
I carry the wounds of a bandit and the heart of a singer, with my soul in little pieces, leaving the crime behind to give peace to my mother.
They call me a thug and I am a proud bandit for reaching where I have arrived and for having been born in the neighborhood, always grateful to God.
I'm already good, but my hotness never went away.
I only pull my teeth if it is for a pure cause.
I do not boast of being brave, it is pride that my people take care of my dark face.
When they damage my tenderness, my fury is present to give way to madness and with the strength of a Miura I bring peace even though it hurts me.
They call me a thug and I am a proud bandit for reaching where I have arrived and for having been born in the neighborhood, always grateful to God.
They call me a thug and I am a proud bandit for reaching where I have arrived and for having been born in the neighborhood, always grateful to God.
Olee. Pussy, pussy.