Jackson Browne. Nino. Zeneszám

Nino, walking around on Sunday
Nino, just one more kid in LA

With a hubcap and a stick in his hand
In his own parade, leading the band
His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand

Nino, three thousand miles away
Nino, La Familia stares at the bay

Turning off sunset boulevard
Playing the fence around somebody's yard
Thinking of home and keeping tumbao on the hood of some car

Nino, people will know you one day
Nino, they're going to call you El Rey

Nino de la playa y la ciudad
Nino de las calles y la verdad
El Ritmo de tu pueblo se siente aqui
Al Canto de la tierra que vive en ti
La Magia de tu mano en el tambor
Retumba aqui con alma y con sabor
Y al toque de campanas al sonar
Los Angeles te guardan desde el mar

With a hubcap and a stick in his hand
In his own parade, leading the band
His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand
At the heart of land

Nino walking around in LA
Nino this will be your time one day

Nino de la playa y la ciudad
Nino de las calles y la verdad
El Ritmo de tu pueblo se siente aqui
Al Canto de la tierra que vive en ti
La Magia de tu mano en el tambor
Retumba aqui con alma y con sabor
Y al toque de campanas al sonar
Los Angeles te guardan desde el mar