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Andalusia
Andalusia is not where Europa ends. It is where starts.
Here is, nonetheless where The New World started.
We have sea, countryside, snow, desert.
We have cowboys and even English soldiers
And we have art, a lot of art.
Andalusian is not an accent, it is Spanish talked among friends
And blondes never are alone, they come with 'tapa'
Here we don't eat tomatoes, we drink them
Our suits are not shown off, they are of light,
And our matches always have a third time.
In Andalusia we aren't afraid of horns, we fight them
We don't undo our shirt, we ript it in two.
We don't walk the street, we live it.
In Andalusia we don't exagerate. It is the others that fall short.
We love the olive oil, the cured ham and bulbs of colors.
we love the friendship, the passion and to dream at midafternoon
We love to the ones who went and the ones who stayed
We love that art, that laugh, that pride, that breed,
That green, that white.
We the Andalusian people love our land and we make a toast to it with this beer
Cruzcampo, made of Andalusia.