Johnny Pistolas - Taburete

Te quieren ver tirando, de batalla

Pero él resiste el tipo, caballero

Saluda a todo el mundo que se agolpa

Para ver a johnny pistolas

Le han visto cultivando hierbabuena

Dicen que se la fuma con la luna

Y en ocasiones oye voces del pasado

Ay que le piden un último trago

Saluda a mujeres y niños, invita a canela

Y algunas piden compartir su cama a cambio de fresas

Y un horizonte perdido en el mar

Vamos de fiesta

Vamos de viaje

Vamos a medias

Vamos de fiesta

En una nube

Vestido de feria

Volverán a salir

A dormir

En la misma arena

Le han visto cultivando hierbabuena

Dicen que se la fuma con la luna

Y en ocasiones oye voces del pasado

Ay que le piden piden piden piden lo

Ay que le piden piden piden piden lo

Ay que le piden

Ay que le piden

Ay que le piden

¡Ay un último trago!

They want to see you pulling, of battle

But he resists the type, gentleman

He greets everyone who crowds

To see johnny pistols

They have seen him growing mint

They say that you smoke it with the moon

And sometimes she hears voices from the past

Oh, they ask for one last drink

Say hello to women and children, invite cinnamon

And some ask to share her bed in exchange for strawberries

And a horizon lost in the sea

Let's go party

Let's go on a trip

let's half

Let's go party

On a cloud

fair dress

They will go out again

To sleep

in the same sand

They have seen him growing mint

They say that she smokes it with the moon

And sometimes he hears voices from the past

Oh, they ask, they ask, they ask, they ask for what

Oh, they ask, they ask, they ask, they ask for what

oh what they ask

oh what they ask

oh what they ask

Oh one last drink!