Cubañolito

Listen to me, my brother, how is this?
No one wants to be Cuban anymore
and everyone is looking
for their ancestors as if it were a good thing.

Do you remember black Marcelo,
dark-skinned with long drelos?
They gave him a blue passport,
oh, because the guy has
a Basque great-grandfather.

Patriotism entails many restrictions.
I am Cuban for four generations.

The Iberians are achieving
what the Americans did not achieve.
Maybe by next year
we will be subjects of King Juan Carlos.

Not because the Bourbons
managed to be the panacea,
but they joined the party
and now they are the gateway to the European Union.

Perucho Figueredo raises his arrow.
It turns out the Spanish anthem has no lyrics.
As I think it, I say it...

Little Spaniard
saying 'what's up, buddy',
or little Cuban
of low intensity.

I find many partners
engaged in the new sport,
running with the whole family
so that no one is left without a passport.

And since there will be the right to vote,
in the elections in Spain
we will have their candidates
who will come to Cuba to campaign.

The good things, and also the botched ones,
fighting to paint or fade flags.

If you are Cuban, they will crush your balls
with a stone.
The command voice has a Galician accent.
As I think it, I say it...

When you finally become Galician
you will feel important,
because you can finally travel
and even have an elegant restaurant.

What I like the most
is a trip through Iberia.
But everyone,
in the midst of smoke,
is going in a mob
to the Nigerian embassy.

I urge you, Mr. Consul,
to address me as 'you':
I am the great-great-great-great-grandson
of Hernán Cortés.