El aire de la calle [English translation]

I wake up early and I start working

With my guitar in my hands I never quit singing

They call me The Barefoot because in the winter I wear flip-flopes

And I do this to get attention in the cold morning

All day on the street,at the small plaza, taking fresh air.

I am a bohemian soul and I have nothing to do

with Moustache dundees that walk through Jerez squire,

I don't have obligations anymore and I don't have to do anything

The puddles of the plaza when it stops raining...

The days full of colors at the small plaza smoking flowers...

The air of the streets smells to me of a fresh chewing gum

I take it and I smoke it and I escape throgh the slope

I love you, I love you like the pear fruits love their pear trees

I love you,I love you when I lose you and when I win you.

The trousers miss their pockets but the treads don't go old,

I sing to you at the poplar passage of white, I sing to you on Calle Larga

I sing to you a fandago (Spanish dance), the same that I sing at Triana,

I just need 40 coins to go to sleep in some bed

I don't want love affairs, I am a vagabound and a lover of the night !

The air of the streets smells to me of a fresh chewing gum

I take it and I smoke it and I escape throgh the slope

What I pitty, see what a pitty, that my lighter misses a flink

that could, that only could paint smells in the sand.

Poison of color black I have in my veins,

On my hands I've got five tatoos,

I never cry because I live in carnavals

I put on my mask and I rush to the street

And I rush to the street and I rush to the street

And I rush to the street...