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Descatalogando (Maqueta)

Dicen que los gitanos de barcelona
saben tocar la rumba mucho mejor
saben que bono aunque la bolsa no sona
pero que saben que existe un mundo mucho mejor
la luna y las estrellas son su bandera
se pasan las mañanitas tomando el sol
si sopla tramontana se desnivelaaa
hay que tener remate y coloca... cion
que yo me voy pa rambla...
En busca de mi compare
si yo me voy pa la mina
yo me voy con mi compare
si yoooooo
no naci gitano no!
No quiero ser payo yo!
No tengo raza ni cre--do ni religion!
Especie por determinar
fuera de catalogacion
en este mundo subreal
falta imaginacion
dicen las 4 esquinas que me conocen
que le pongo a las cosas el corazon
que se me ve vagando todas las tardes
que se me ve perdido sin direccion
si sopla tramontana me desnivelooo
vivo recluido bajo un techo de hormigon
me cuesta tanto poder mirar al cielooo
preso preventivo... dentro de una cancion
que yo me voy pa rambla...
En busca de mi compare
si yo me voy pa la mina
yo me voy con mi compare
si yoooooo
no naci gitano no!
No quiero ser payo yo!
No tengo raza ni cre--do ni religion!
Especie por determinar
fuera de catalogacion
en este mundo subreal
falta imaginacion
en busca de mi compare
yo me voy con mi compa
que yo me voy pa rambla...
En busca de mi compare
si yo me voy pa la mina
yo me voy con mi compare
que no naci gitano no!
No quiero ser payo yo!
No tengo raza ni cre--do ni religion!
Especie por determinar
fuera de catalogacion
en este mundo subreal
falta imaginacion
no naci gitano no!
No quiero ser payo yo!
Se muy bien donde naci...
Naci en el mediterraneo...

Descatalogando (Demo)

They say the gypsies of Barcelona
know how to play rumba much better
they know Bono even though the stock market doesn't ring a bell
but they know there's a much better world out there
the moon and the stars are their flag
they spend their mornings sunbathing
if the tramontana wind blows, it throws things off balance
you have to have a good head on your shoulders and be... grounded
I'm going to the Rambla...
In search of my buddy
if I go to the mine
I'm going with my buddy
yes I am
I wasn't born a gypsy, no!
I don't want to be a payo!
I have no race, no creed, no religion!
Species to be determined
uncatalogued
in this surreal world
imagination is lacking
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 tramontana wind blows, it throws me off balance
I live secluded under a concrete roof
it's so hard for me to look at the sky
a remand prisoner... inside a song
I'm going to the Rambla...
In search of my buddy
if I go to the mine
I'm going with my buddy
yes I am
I wasn't born a gypsy, no!
I don't want to be a payo!
I have no race, no creed, no religion!
Species to be determined
uncatalogued
in this surreal world
imagination is lacking
in search of my buddy
I'm going with my pal
I'm going to the Rambla...
In search of my buddy
if I go to the mine
I'm going with my buddy
I wasn't born a gypsy, no!
I don't want to be a payo!
I have no race, no creed, no religion!
Species to be determined
uncatalogued
in this surreal world
imagination is lacking
I wasn't 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...