Descatalogando

They say that the gypsies of Barcelona
know how to play rumba much better,
They know it's good even if the bossa doesn't sound,
but they know there is a much better world.
The moon and the stars are their flag,
They spend the mornings sunbathing.
If the Tramuntana wind blows, they get unbalanced,
you have to have a good finish and placement.

I'm going to Gràcia
in search of my buddy,
if I go to the mine,
I'm going with my buddy.
If I wasn't born a gypsy, no,
I don't want to be a non-gypsy,
I have no race or creed
or religion,
species to be determined
outside of cataloging,
in this surreal world
lacks imagination.

The four corners that know me say
That I put my heart into things,
That I'm seen wandering every afternoon,
That I'm seen lost without direction.
If the Tramuntana wind blows, I lose my balance,
I live confined under a concrete roof.
It's so hard for me to look at the sky,
precautionary detainee inside a song.

I'm going to Gràcia
in search of my buddy,
if I go to the mine,
I'm going with my buddy.
If I wasn't born a gypsy, no,
I don't want to be a non-gypsy,
I have no race or creed
or religion,
species to be determined
outside of cataloging,
in this surreal world
lacks imagination.

In search of my buddy,
I'm going with my buddy...

I'm going to Gràcia
in search of my buddy,
if I go to the mine,
I'm going with my buddy.
I wasn't born a gypsy,
I don't want to be a non-gypsy,
I have no race or creed
or religion,
species to be determined
outside of cataloging,
in this surreal world
lacks imagination.

I wasn't born a gypsy,
I don't want to be a non-gypsy,
I know very well where I was born...
I was born in the Mediterranean!