Lyrics of Tiraré - Flans

Tiraré (original)

Tiene unos ojos que me vuelven loca,
pero pretende que me tome otra copa.
Yo soy alegre por naturaleza,
no quiero ron para bailar en la mesa.
Para bailar, para bailar, para bailar,
en la mesa.
Si lo miro me da frio,
pero finjo de inocente y me quito…
y me quito.
Tirar,
tirar las cubas,
las tirar por la ventana.
Mientras l prepara otra cuba cargada,
mientras l prepara otra cuba.
Tirar,
tirar las cubas,
las tirar por la ventana.
Mientras l prepara otra cuba cargada,
mientras l prepara otra cuba.
Quiere que tome para estimularme,
y a m mebasta con slo mirarle.
Quiere creer que no me doy cuenta,
yo nunca perder la cabeza.
Y me muestro indiferente,
hoy slo un beso y ser en la frente.
Tirar,
tirar las cubas,
las tirar por la ventana.
Mientras l prepara otra cuba cargada,
mientras l prepara otra cuba.

(translation)

He has eyes that drive me crazy
but she wants me to have another drink.
I am cheerful by nature,
I don't want rum to dance on the table.
To dance, to dance, to dance,
in the table.
If I look at it, it makes me cold
but I pretend to be innocent and take off...
and I take off.
Throw,
throw the vats,
throw them out the window.
While she prepares another loaded vat,
while he prepares another vat.
Throw,
throw the vats,
throw them out the window.
While he prepares another loaded vat,
while he prepares another vat.
He wants me to drink to stimulate me,
and it was enough for me just to look at him.
He wants to believe that I don't notice,
I never lose my head.
And I show myself indifferent,
Today only one kiss and it will be on the forehead.
Throw,
throw the vats,
throw them out the window.
While he prepares another loaded vat,
while he prepares another vat.