El aire de la calle traducción al Inglés

I get up early and get to work
With my guitar in my hand I can't stop singing
They call me the barefoot one because in winter I wear flip flops.
And I do it to sign up for the cool of the morning
I ran in the street, in the square, taking in the air

Bohemian life that I have nothing to do with
With the stately mustaches that walk through Jerez
I no longer have obligations, and I have nothing more to do
In the little puddles in the square when it stops raining
The days of colors, oh, oh in the square smoking flowers

The street air smells like fresh rubber to me.
I assume it, and I smoke it and I escape down the slope
I love you, I love you, like pears love buts
I love you, I love you, when I lose you and when I win you

Pants without pockets, but the threads do not become bitter
I sing to you in the bank alley, I sing to you in the long street
I sing the same fandango to you that I sing to you for Triana
I just want forty bucks to fall asleep in a bed
I don't want love, I'm a vagabond and a lover of the night

The street air smells like fresh rubber to me.
I assume it, and I smoke it and I escape down the slope
What a shame, what a shame, that my lighter doesn't have a stone
Who could, who could remove odors in the sand

I have black poison in my blood
I have five tattoos on my arms
I never cry because I live in carnivals
I put on my mask and take to the street
And I throw myself (where, Manuel?) into the street, and I throw myself into the street
And I take to the street