More songs by Estopa
Description
The hot summer of '97, when the asphalt melted and heads spun not from the heat, but from miniskirts and cheap concerts in nameless bars. Music blared, strings snapped, cars collided head-on - and all for a single flash of fabric that caught the eye.
The story sounds funny and ridiculous, but it contains all the truth of youth: stupid accidents, eternal tardiness, trembling knees, and a flash of desire that burns everything around it. And even though the years erase faces, one single frame remains - the one that is impossible to forget, no matter how hard you try.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Y era una tarde tonta y caliente, de esas que te quema el sol la frente.
Era el verano del 97 y yo me moría por verte.
Mi única idea era camelarte, era llevarte a cualquier parte.
Yo ese día tocaba en el Bar Sin Nombre y allí esperaba encontrarte.
Me puse un pantaloncito estrecho, la camiseta de los conciertos.
Vamos, José, le tira pa'l coche, porque esta noche nos la comemos.
Y al pasar por tu calle, allí estabas tú esperando en la parada del autobús, comiéndote con gracia aquel Chupa Chups. Qué vicio, qué vicio.
No sé qué me dio por la espalda cuando vi la raja de tu falda, que un Seat Panda se me cruzó y se comió el paragolpes de mi Ford Escort.
Por la raja de tu falda yo tuve un piñazo con un
Seat Panda.
Por la raja de tu falda yo tuve un piñazo con un Seat Panda.
Diez cuarenta post meridiam. Llegamos tarde para no variar.
Y el tío del garito está mosqueado porque aún no hay nada montado.
Y la gente entra que te entra y yo enchufa que te enchufa. Mi hermano prueba que te prueba.
¿Y esto se escucha o no se escucha? El calor de la gente arma el ambiente.
Los focos deslumbrantes son muy potentes. El público delante, muy expectante. Caliente, caliente.
De repente se abrió la puerta mientras yo cogía la guitarra y me temblaron las piernas al ver de nuevo la raja de tu falda.
Por la raja de tu falda yo rompí tres cuerdas de esta guitarra.
Por la raja de tu falda yo rompí tres cuerdas de esta guitarra.
Y ahora ya ha 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 obsesionado y voy de barra en barra.
Por la raja de tu falda yo tuve un piñazo con un
Seat Panda.
Por la raja de tu falda yo tuve un piñazo con un
Seat Panda.
Por la raja de tu falda yo tuve un siniestro con un
Seat Panda.
Me he quedado con ganas de más.
English translation
And it was a silly and hot afternoon, one of those that the sun burns your forehead.
It was the summer of '97 and I was dying to see you.
My only idea was to cajole you, was to take you anywhere.
That day I was playing at Bar Sin Nombre and I was hoping to find you there.
I put on tight shorts, the concert t-shirt.
Come on, José, take him to the car, because tonight we're going to eat it up.
And when passing by your street, there you were waiting at the bus stop, gracefully eating that Chupa Chups. What a vice, what a vice.
I don't know what hit me in the back when I saw the split in your skirt, that a Seat Panda crossed my path and ate the bumper of my Ford Escort.
Through the slit in your skirt I had a blow with a
Seat Panda.
Because of the slit in your skirt I had a crash with a Seat Panda.
Ten forty post meridiam. We arrived late so as not to change.
And the guy at the joint is pissed because nothing is set up yet.
And people come in that come in and I connect that connect you. My brother proves that he proves you.
And is this heard or not heard? The warmth of the people creates the atmosphere.
Dazzling spotlights are very powerful. The public in front, very expectant. Hot, hot.
Suddenly the door opened while I was picking up the guitar and my legs trembled as I saw the slit in your skirt again.
Because of the slit in your skirt I broke three strings of this guitar.
Because of the slit in your skirt I broke three strings of this guitar.
And now time has passed. It seems like it was yesterday.
Since you disappeared from the concert, I haven't seen you again.
I no longer remember your eyes, not even your look. I can only remember the slit in your skirt.
I have become obsessed with the slit in your skirt and I go from bar to bar.
Through the slit in your skirt I had a blow with a
Seat Panda.
Through the slit in your skirt I had a blow with a
Seat Panda.
Because of the slit in your skirt I had an accident with a
Seat Panda.
I have been left wanting more.