Melendi's "Contando Primaveras" is a shrug of a song, in the best way. It opens with an offer: if your past is "cultivado con errores" (planted with mistakes), he'll swap it for "un ramito de flores" (a little bunch of flowers). If you're staring into a desert looking for a fallen star, his advice is short and very Spanish: "tranquilízate, tómate un café" (calm down, have a coffee).
The hook, "vive contando primaveras" (live counting springs), means living year by year and enjoying it, and he adds that springtime is said to stir the blood. The middle is a pile of cheeky images: a vote for "el botellón" (the Spanish habit of young people drinking together in the street), neon lights on the road, and the idea that in a thousand years we'll be monkeys again, so why stress. The line about drifting "en patera" (in a small makeshift boat) through the strait between his lover's breasts is a bit much, and clearly meant to make you laugh.
Even when he admits the magician he used to be has run out of magic, he tells her "tranquila" (relax): he'll still catch her if she needs it. It's a song that tells you to stop worrying and enjoy the ride.