Malagueño

Oh, this kid, he's a character
Shows good manners
But when he paints a glass
The water spills out

From Malaga, Malagueño
Little Malagueño
You were never poor
Nor a rich kid

The divine impertinent
Rubs elbows with glory
With his insolent brush
He's writing history
And he

From painting to painting, you go on the attack
You jumped like a kid
Cobalt hurricanes
Yellow storms

From the mint to Mecca
From madness to the ladies
Which of all your dolls
Brought color to your bed

When an exquisite perfume
Of dollar and turpentine
Comes opening doors
As you walk

And the echo of your presence
Is fought over by the gentlemen
You defend your conscience
With tricolor brushstrokes

From Malaga, Malagueño
Little Malagueño
You were never poor
Nor a rich kid