Hey amigo (en inlges)

Deambula,
Contonéate more,
She roams
In your streets, your streets.
"He meets men."
At his feet so tender,
Barcelona, let him understand well
That it is wrong
Whatever the emotion,
She is mistaken
Well, it is like you, a cat
That flies
To round off their backs
She manipulates, those who say no.
Hey! Friend!
She wants the highest, she wants your skin
And on his back, a tattoo
Hey! Friend!
My friend, she wants the beautiful
And a love without makeup.

Deambula,
Contonéate more
She demabula
In your streets, your streets
"Become the candle"
In his soft face,
Barcelona take it hostage,
She reveals,
Whatever weight
Yes, it betrays
Well, it is like you, a cat
That makes melindres,
To pretend and salutes the man
She escapes from a jump,
How to raise the flight!

Hey! Friend!
She wants the highest, she wants your skin
And on his back, a tattoo
Until then
My friend, she wants the beautiful,
And a love without makeup.