El gacho con las pintas más cantosas de mi barrio - Canteca de macao

El gachó con las pintas más cantosas de mi barrio

Se ha comprado dos mecheros y lo llaman incendriarios

Por querer comprar la empresa en la que curraba su mare

Puesto que el jefe le dijo que la echaban a la calle

Y va

Prendiendo las farolas

Le parecen antorchas

De mirada rebelá

Y vá

Cantando solo

Andando de polo a polo

Y tirando besos

A la madrugá

Y caminando tó la noche despacito y con soltera

Mira el gachó pa la calle donde encuentra la fortuna

Y es que ha visto en una esquina una gran floristería

Y quiere robar las rosas para dársela a las niñas

Y va

Cantando sus canciones

Con el pelo de caracoles

La camisa desabrochá

Y va

Repartiendo alegría y con cada patatíta

Que el gachó se marcha al dar las flore

Por bulería

Y si un día por sorpresa te lo encuentras pro la calle

No le esquives, no te apartes, no lo saltes

Que te embriague con su arte y te lleve a ninguna parte

Te lo dicen los Canteca: el arte está en la calle!

Y va

Cantando sus canciones

Con el pelo de caracoles

La camisa desabrochá

Y va

Repartiendo alegría y con cada patatíta

Que el gachó se marcha al dar las flore

Por bulería

The gachó with the singiest pints in my neighborhood

He has bought two lighters and they call him incendiaries

For wanting to buy the company in which he worked his mother

Since the boss told her they were throwing her out on the street

and he goes

turning on the streetlights

they look like torches

rebellious look

and go

singing alone

Walking from pole to pole

and blowing kisses

at dawn

And walking all night slowly and single

Look at the crook for the street where he finds his fortune

And it is that he has seen a large flower shop on a corner

And he wants to steal the roses to give to the girls

and it goes

singing their songs

With the hair of snails

The shirt unbuttoned

and it goes

Spreading joy and with each little potato

That the gachó leaves when giving the flowers

by bulería

And if one day by surprise you find him on the street

Don't dodge him, don't move away, don't jump him

Let him intoxicate you with his art of him and take you nowhere

The Canteca tell you: art is in the street!

and it goes

singing their songs

With the hair of snails

The shirt unbuttoned

and it goes

Spreading joy and with each little potato

That the gachó leaves when giving the flowers

by bulería