Malagueño
Ay este niño, que es un caso
Apunta buenas maneras
Pero cuando pinta un vaso
El agua la pone afuera
De Málaga, malagueño
Malagueñito
Tú nunca fuiste pobre
Ni señorito
El divino impertinente
Se tutea con la gloria
Con su pincel insolente
Se va escribiendo la historia
Y anda
De cuadro en cuadro, vas al asalto
Saltabas como un chiquillo
Huracanes de cobalto
Temporales de amarillo
Y de la ceca a la Meca
De la locura a las damas
Cuál de todas tus muñecas
Puso color en tu cama
Cuando un perfume exquisito
A dólar y trementina
Te viene abriendo puertas
En la medida que caminas
Y el eco de tu presencia
Se lo rifan los señores
Tú defiendes tu conciencia
A brochazos tricolores
De Málaga, malagueño
Malagueñito
Tú nunca fuiste pobre
Ni señorito
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