No Soy de Aquí, Ni Soy de Allá (part. Juan Quintero, Esto es ¡FA! y Mex Urtizberea)

I like the sun, Alicia and pigeons
The good cigar and the bad ladies
Jumping walls and opening windows
And when a woman cries

I like wine as much as flowers
And rabbits, but not tractors
Homemade bread and Dolores' voice
And the sea wetting my feet

I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age, no future
And being happy is my identity colour

I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age, no future
And being happy is my identity colour

I like to lie on the sand all the time
And chase Manuela on my bicycle
And hear the piano when Violeta plays
And the viroma on paper

I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age, no future
And being happy is my identity colour

I'm not from here, nor am I from there
I have no age, no future
And being happy is my identity colour

(Paralalalala, lalalala, paralalalala, lalalala)
(Parananana, nanana, parananana, nana)
(Nananana)
(Pararairararairara rai)