Mi Primo El 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