In Don Andres' corner dressed in blue
with shaggy hair, waiting for the light to change
in the afternoon always at 3 in front of the salon, I see him from afar, burning my heart
but it doesn't matter to me what she has and that she travels to Paris and that she is taken to her Mercedez
But every time I have a chance, she always gets away from me
In Don Andres' corner, I sit to wait next to my friends, I see her walking no, no...
every afternoon, always at 3 you go to the same place
but in the precise moment, a start to stumble
it's that every time she gets near, my heart freezes up, the word dissappears from the dictionary
but I still haven't been able to show her my secret, show her
but it doesn't matter to me what she has and that she travels to Paris and that she is taken to her Mercedez
But every time I have a chance, she always gets away from me