Con un par [English translation]

The first thing Dioni did when he reached Rio

was toasting with the mirror and say "what a guy!"

You wouldn't believe what happened at the restaurant entrance

girls to the hall because the Dioni is in the city.

With his good pair of crocodile shoes

not even the Venus de Milo resists him

specially if they pay you for a french

twice of what he earned in Madrid working for a month.

Because when the mulattos are gorgeous

they mix the heart with the pocket.

And the cops. -Who sees your sucker face

as ghosts. -If on top it you rule.

Oh Dionisio. -Well the bank thing without a bad shot

lots of vice. -To steal the money and run away.

Many nights I dedicated to plan

a hit like the one you did with a pair.

Dancing a lambada in Copacabana

he stills crazy for the memories of that morning

when he decided to play all or nothing

for once he went for broke.

Laying in the sun in topless Ipanema dreams

awake how the gang will freak out

seeing your picture in the cover of Interviú

your body won't enjoy the change of light.

What a level, you apprentice of wizard

with Indiana Jones nose, high class wig.

But be careful. -Destiny is a bitch

without respect. -It gives champagne and then Chinchon.

Oh Dionisio. -Well the bank thing without a bad shot

lots of vice. -To steal the money and run away.

Many nights I dedicated to plan

a hit like the one you did with a pair.

I'll take you a sandwich with a file,

with this little salsa on top to Carabanchel.

The next day after the robbery,

"and he seemed so stupid" commented in the bar

someone who knew you and the waiter said

-chapeau- because you could set it

with class and style like a "number one"

and a retired men added, he felt annoyed

that Madrid should, man, lift up

a bust in the Gran Via paid by the people

and a plaque saying "to the Dioni, with a pair".

And everyone nodded.

This travelling salsa for you, anyone can dance it.

This travelling salsa for you, anyone can dance it.

I'll take you a sandwich with a file,

with this little salsa on top to Carabanchel.

Cruel crappy bastard fate

it gives champagne and then Cazalla.

I'll take you a sandwich with a file,

with this little salsa on top to Carabanchel.

I'll take you a sandwich with a file,

with this little salsa on top to Carabanchel.

lere, lere...

And everyone nodded.

I'll take you a sandwich with a file

and I while I heard them I wrote this tumbao

I'll take you a sandwich with a file

may the cops come and take away our fun,

that the beat is more funny when it's cheek-to-cheek,

that loose for the wine it has no flesh,

it's danced in Andalucía with more pace than in Bilbao,

and in New York the blacks swing it,

and you without molesting anyone and handcuffed,

may the extradition law help you.