Ouch, bodege, bodega
Sing our joys and our follies
Ouch, bodege, bodega
You are the star of our nights
If you have the cucaracha
Sacred creatures, cockroaches
Make a jackpot, tie her up
With the wind, from the top of the mast
It's a tidal wave here it is
Let's not hesitate, let's hoist her up
She will drown, what a relief
For a festive wind lets us know
What a storm will surge
On the sea drink from Bodega
Thunder of God it is Dyonisos
Bless my flesh, bless my bones
Thunder of God, you Dyonisos
Bless my flesh, bless my bones
Ouch bodege, bodega
Sing our joys and our follies
Ouch, bodege, bodega
You are here Star of our nights
Ouch, bodege, bodega
Burn my heart and my worries
It will always be noon
Under the bodega sun
Crazy for nonsense, the most handsome guy
Is on his knees at the pastaga
I hear the mellino scream
Without picador or bullfight
When tangua la sangria
Succumbated him Captain Trouble
Ouch, bodege, bodega
Sing our joys and our follies
Ouch, bodege, bodega
You are the star of our nights
Ouch , bodegâs, bodega
Burn my heart and my worries
It will always be noon
Under the bodega sun
At the bodega

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