Mi Sitio és - Gordo Master

Lo mío no lo cura el tiempo, baby

Mi alma se remueve

Mi corazón se apaga

Si no estoy cerca de ti

Los días que pasan sin tenerte

Sin el calor que desprende'

Si no me arropan tus calle'

Me es más difícil vivir

Mi sitio es aquel donde apoye mi libreta

Una ventana a Málaga y una vida que aprieta

No acepta momento' de flaqueza, hay que tener entereza

Pierda' lo que pierda' nunca avanzar a tienta'

Un paso puede variar el rumbo

Así siente su barrio el vagabundo

El Huelin es mi mundo con todos sus asunto'

Ya no estoy en sus calle', las piso en cada ritmo

Incrusto mi vo' en cada callejón

Desde calle Mendoza hasta El Bulto andando bajo el Sol

Mi dolor es no poder estar en la acera que me crió

No tene' a mi la’o el mar que me dio este don

Y aún sigo abriendo los postigo'

Bajando a la Abadía, dejando un rastro de litro'

Llegarme a calle Carpio y solta' el humo más rico

Reunirme en los banco' con mis compi' hasta las y pico

Insisto en recorda' el comienzo

A cada bandolero le toca pagar su precio y el mío es alto

Un perro en el asfalto

Buscando el camino que le lleva a su regreso, mi Huelin Town

Lo mío no lo cura el tiempo, baby

Mi alma se remueve

Mi corazón se apaga

Si no estoy cerca de ti

Los días que pasan sin tenerte

Sin el calor que desprende'

Si no me arropan tus calle'

Me es más difícil vivir

Lo mío no lo cura el tiempo, baby

Mi alma se remueve

Mi corazón se apaga

Si no estoy cerca de ti

Los días que pasan sin tenerte

Sin el calor que desprende'

Si no me arropan tus calle'

Me es más difícil vivir

Mine is not cured by time, baby

my soul stirs

my heart goes out

If I'm not near you

The days that pass without having you

Without the heat that it gives off'

If your streets don't cover me

it's harder for me to live

My site is the one where I support my notebook

A window to Malaga and a life that squeezes

It does not accept a moment' of weakness, you have to have integrity

Lose what you lose, never advance groping'

One step can change the course

This is how the homeless man feels his neighborhood

The Huelin is my world with all its affairs'

I'm no longer on their streets', I step on them at each rhythm

I embed my vo' in each alley

From Mendoza street to El Bulto walking under the sun

My pain is not being able to be on the sidewalk that raised me

I don't have my hand or the sea that gave me this gift

And I'm still opening the shutters'

Going down to the Abbey, leaving a litre' trail

Get to Carpio street and let go of the richest smoke

Meet at the benches with my friends until one o'clock

I insist on remembering the beginning

Every bandit has to pay his price and mine is high

A dog on the asphalt

Looking for the path that leads to his return from him, my Huelin Town

Mine is not cured by time, baby

my soul stirs

my heart goes out

If I'm not near you

The days that pass without having you

Without the heat that it gives off'

If your streets don't cover me

it's harder for me to live

Mine is not cured by time, baby

my soul stirs

my heart goes out

If I'm not near you

The days that pass without having you

Without the heat that it gives off'

If your streets don't cover me

it's harder for me to live