La Esquina de Don Andrés [English translation]

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