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They say that the gypsies of Barcelona
They know how to play rumba much better
They know it's good even though the bossa doesn't sound
But they know that there is a much better world
The moon and the stars are your flag
They spend their mornings sunbathing
If Tramuntana blows they become uneven
You have to have finishing and placement
That I'm going to Gràcia
In search of my compare
If I go to the mine
I'm leaving with my compare
If I was not born a gypsy, no
I don't want to be pyo myself
I have no race or creed
No religion
Species to be determined
Out of cataloging
In this surreal world
Lack of imagination
The four corners say that they know me
I put my heart into things
You see me wandering every afternoon
That I seem lost without direction
If Tramuntana blows I lose level
I live secluded under a concrete roof
It's so hard for me to look at the sky
Preventive prisoner inside a song
That I'm going to Gràcia
In search of my compare
If I go to the mine
I'm leaving with my compare
If I was not born a gypsy, no
I don't want to be a payo
I have no race or creed
No religion
Species to be determined
Out of cataloging
In this surreal world
Lack of imagination
In search of my compare
I'm going with my friend
That I'm going to Gràcia
In search of my compare
If I go to the mine
I'm leaving with my compare
I was not born a gypsy, no
I don't want to be a payo
I have no race or creed
No religion
Species to be determined
Out of cataloging
In this surreal world
Lack of imagination
I was not born a gypsy, no
I don't want to be a payo
I know very well where I was born
I was born in the Mediterranean!
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