Traducir a
They have faces to do karaoke
To wiggle to "Gipsy King", "Bambolé-oh"
They are disco or flamenco
A zest of ecstasy and hello techno
And he who has to play there this evening
Oh, I don't feel her story
Because he sings, he strums only for those who love the blues
Okay, but not for those who think they are Andalusian
He sings, he scratches, for the people of the night
His guitar may be for sale, but we need to raise the prices
I feel that we are disturbing there, I see guys lurking around the bar
And they say to themselves "who is this guy? We were waiting for a star"
What they would like is a good slow song
Because for flirting, rock and roll sucks
I'm his manager, I'm thinking about the money
Me the check, him the music
Because he sings, he scratches for all rhythm'n'blues fans
Okay, but not for those who think they are Andalusian
He sings, he scratches, for the people of the night
His guitar may be for sale, but we need to raise the prices
He sings, he strums for all rhythm'n'blues fans
Okay, but not for those who think they are Andalusian
He sings, he scratches, for the people of the night
His guitar may be for sale, but we need to raise the prices
Ver letras en otros idiomas
