Lyrics of Por la Raja de Tu Falda - Estopa

Por la Raja de Tu Falda (original)

Era una tarde tonta y caliente
De esas que te quema el sol la frente
Era el verano del 97
Y yo me mora por verte
Mi nica idea era camelarte
Era llevarte a cualquier parte
Yo ese da tocaba en el bar sin nombre
Y all esperaba encontrarte
Me puse un pantaloncito estrecho
La camiseta de los conciertos
Vamos Josele tira «pa'l"coche
Porque esta noche nos la comemos
Y al pasar por tu calle all estabas t
Esperando en la parada del autobs
Comindote con gracia aquel chupachup
Qu vicio, qu vicio!
No se que me di por la espalda
Cuando v la raja de tu falda
Que un Seat Panda se me cruz
Y se comi el parachoques de mi Ford Escort
Por la raja de tu falda yo
Tuve un piazo con un Seat Panda
10:40 post meridiam
Llegamos tarde para no variar
Y el to del garito esta «mosqueao»
Porque an no hay nada «montao»
Y la gente entra que te entra
Y yo enchufa que te enchufa
Mi hermano «prueba que te prueba»
Esto se escucha o no se escucha?
Entre el calor de la gente, alma del ambiente
Los focos deslumbrantes son muy potentes
El pblico delante muy expectante
Caliente, caliente!
De repente se abri la puerta
Mientras yo coga la guitarra
Y me temblaron las piernas
Al ver de nuevo la raja de tu falda
Por la raja de tu falda yo
Romp tres cuerdas de esta guitarra
Y ahora ya a pasado el tiempo
Parece que fuera ayer
Desde que desapareciste del concierto
Yo no te he vuelto a ver
Ya no recuerdo tus ojos
Ni siquiera tu mirada
Tan solo puedo acordarme de la raja de tu falda
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo me he «obsesionao"y voy de barra en barra
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo tuve un piazo con un Seat Panda
Por la raja de tu falda
Yo tuve un siniestro con un Seat Panda

(translation)

It was a silly hot afternoon
One of those that the sun burns your forehead
It was the summer of '97
And I'm dying to see you
My only idea was to charm you
Was to take you anywhere
That day I was playing at the bar with no name
And I was hoping to find you
I put on tight little pants
The concert t-shirt
Let's go Josele pulls "pa'l" car
Because tonight we eat it
And when I passed by your street there you were
Waiting at the bus stop
Gracefully eating that lollipop
What a vice, what a vice!
I don't know what hit me in the back
When I saw the slit in your skirt
That a Seat Panda crossed me
And he ate the bumper off my Ford Escort
By the slit of your skirt I
I had a great time with a Seat Panda
10:40 a.m. post meridian
We arrived late so as not to vary
And the guy from the joint is "mosqueao"
Because there is still nothing "mountain"
And the people enter that you enter
And I plug that plugs you in
My brother "test it tests you"
Is this heard or not heard?
Among the warmth of the people, soul of the environment
Dazzling spotlights are very powerful
The public in front very expectant
Hot Hot!
suddenly the door opened
While I take the guitar
And my legs trembled
Seeing again the slit in your skirt
By the slit of your skirt I
I broke three strings on this guitar
And now the time has passed
It seems like yesterday
Since you disappeared from the concert
I have not seen you again
I no longer remember your eyes
Not even your look
I can only remember the slit in your skirt
For the slit in your skirt
I have become "obsessed" and I go from bar to bar
For the slit in your skirt
I had a great time with a Seat Panda
For the slit in your skirt
I had an accident with a Seat Panda