Mi Primo El Nano
Tengo yo un primo que es todo un maestro
De lo mío, de lo tuyo, de lo nuestro
Un lujo para el alma y el oído
Un modo de vengarse del olvido
Boca que mira
Vacino de Estambul, rey de Algeciras
Viene del Poble Sec ese atorrante
Universal, charnego y trashumante
Que saca, cuando menos te lo esperas
Palomas de la paz de su chistera
Y, cuando canta
Le tiembla el corazón en la garganta
Harto ya de estar harto de las fronteras
Va pidiendo escaleras para subir
De tu falda a tu blusa, toca madera
Tendría que estar prohibido un fulano así
Detrás esta la gente que necesita
Su música bendita más que comer
Y el siglo que deshoja su margarita
Yo, de joven, quisiera ser como él
Tengo yo un primo que es primo de todos
Cada cual a su forma y a su modo
Loco hidalgo con yelmo de Mambrino
Que no teme a gigantes ni a molinos
Y cuando gana
El Barça cree que hay Dios y es azulgrana
Qué poca seriedad, qué mal ejemplo
Para los mercaderes de los templos
Ese alquimista de las emociones
Que cura las heridas con canciones
Mi primo el Nano
Que no me toca nada y es mi hermano
Harto ya de estar harto de las fronteras
Va pidiendo escaleras para subir
De tu falda a tu blusa, toca madera
Tendría que esta prohibido un fulano así
Detrás esta la gente que necesita
Su música bendita más que comer
Y el siglo que deshoja su margarita
Yo, de joven, quisiera ser como es
Mi primo Joan Manuel
My Cousin The Nano
I have a cousin who is a real teacher
Of mine, of yours, of ours
A luxury for the soul and the ear
A way to take revenge for oblivion
looking mouth
Beef of Istanbul, king of Algeciras
That tormentor comes from Poble Sec
Universal, charnego and nomadic
What happens when you least expect it?
Doves of peace from his hat
And when he sings
His heart trembles in his throat
Fed up with being fed up with borders
He is asking for stairs to climb
From your skirt to your blouse, touch wood
A guy like that should be banned
Behind are the people who need
Its blessed music more than eating
And the century that removes its daisy leaves
When I was young, I would like to be like him
I have a cousin who is everyone's cousin
Each one in his own way and in his own way
Crazy gentleman with Mambrino helmet
Who is not afraid of giants or mills
and when he wins
Barça believes that there is God and is Barça
What little seriousness, what a bad example
For the temple merchants
That alchemist of emotions
That heals wounds with songs
My cousin the Nano
That nothing touches me and he is my brother
Fed up with being fed up with borders
He is asking for stairs to climb
From your skirt to your blouse, touch wood
A guy like that should be prohibited
Behind are the people who need
Its blessed music more than eating
And the century that removes its daisy leaves
As a young man, I would like to be as he is.
My cousin Joan Manuel