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He studies, he works, he looks for a way out
His simple life has bought me
He bets on people, he doesn't think about money
Equal president, equal beggar
Listen to a band playing on the shore
br/>Singing boleros with Celia, her friend
She wears jeans with sagging hips
And she has a navel that is wonderful
She, the owner of my loves
The one with the brown eyes
Who doesn't want to look at me
She, who doesn't know reasons
The queen of hearts
That everyone wants to love
She, who knows , which is the most beautiful
That has ever lived, in a star
And that I cannot reach it
I have seen very little of it, it has forgotten me
and in the transmilenio, it goes from top to bottom
And on the weekend, it gives it to exercise
He doesn't like the story, he doesn't like vice
He listens to a band that plays on the shore
Singing boleros, with Celia her friend
She wears blue jeans, sagging hips
And she has a navel, which is wonderful
I ask very little of you, just sweetness
The cross is heavy, and the street is hard
And if marriage calls you to its village
Look for a girl, happy and simple
Who loves you very much, you own rib
Who listens, a band