(la jirafa)

If there is one music genre I'm not really a fan of, is reggaeton. 

There is, however, a musician that never ceases to amaze me. Original, irreverent and constantly pushing the limits of convention, Calle 13 is great. I read this great post on one of his songs, La Jirafa, and decided it would be fun to share it. 

This song has been played here for the last couple of years, but I'm guessing there's a big chance you haven't had the chance to listen to it yet.

I won't write much on the song as you can read this great post by reggaetonica. 

The imagery of the lyrics is beautiful - I'll post here the translation (via reggaetonica).

Plant your feet like two roots

with that swing

you'll probably cast a spell on me

Careful

So I don't step of you,

Mamita, with caution

Flutter the cloth

in your grandmother's name

My little cinamon

My little sugar

My pretty Sara (Linda Sara is the name of an acclaimed 1994 Puerto Rican movie)

My hurricane-like storm

My Sait Clare (Santa Clara was a hurricane the hit PR in 1956)

I'm not gonna let anything weird step on you

I'm gonna light the candles so nothing happens to you

There are no knives or guns here

There's only

a lot a lot alot of cooking pot

Here there's a lot of sun

A lot of beaches

A lot of waves

Here everything is molasses

Nothing is pangola

I will paint the beach for you

Crayola blue

We're leaving

We're going

We're leaving

In a yola (small boat)

And if there's no yola

We will keep it rolling

So that

So that

You will see how your tail floats

When I saw you I felt a lof of tickling

It was like having

forty ants

scratching my belly

You know, you know, you know

You're so fine

You took my pants, you thief

Let's spread ourselves into a tortilla

Let's make coconut pudding mixed with custard

I will eat your wood

Even with termites

She eeee eee

She eee she

She eee ee

She eee shee

I want to see

The whole giraffe

I want it to kick me

See who can get away

Stirring the batter

I want four cups

of carrots with pumpkins

You take me

Flying through the countryside

Off the floor

Walking on stilts

With a patanco basket

To walk over the ships

Until I get your mountain range

The one who heals me

There are rumors going around

That you are

The luck of all colours

A garden full of beans

Lots of necklaces adorned with seashells

Your name came out in the three cards

The stars told me

To dive in

To the bottom with no flippers

To go on the trip

With no suitcase

To go the whole way round

the planet

in a matress

Lift up

Lift up

Lift up

Your shoe soles

Lets coil the washer disk

Gimme, gimme, gimme

a bit of nutella

With you I'll go solo

a capella

There you go. I'd like to hear your opinion. For me reggaeton is something that I have to constantly listen to (against my will) and don't really appreciate.

It would be interesting to know what you think about this one.

In my opinion, I wouldnt mind being whoever this song was written about. And the video is beautiful too.

xx.