El señor Juan Sebastián

They are not the angels who sing
They are not the birds or the sea
It's a man full of sky
Mr. Juan Sebastián

Many winters ago
Whining in German
He was born among sixteenth notes and eighth notes
Mr. Juan Sebastián

He was little and the songs
His father taught him
He repeated them forever
Mr. Juan Sebastián

He was chubby and with a wig
Indispensable as bread
And often grumpy
Mr. Juan Sebastián

Dreaming in organ and in key
To his angelic country
He took princes and poor people
Mr. Juan Sebastián

He is telling us a story
That will never end
God dictated the plot
To Mr. Juan Sebastián