Marcos Vidal is from Spain and he sings this song:
"Mi Regalo" (My gift)

I want to share with you the lirics and my attemp to translate it!

No son muchos pero Dios los puso ahí, un poquito más cercanos, me los regaló a mí, para hacerme comprender un poco más el calibre del amor de mi Padre celestial. No son muchos, pero no los hay mejores en la tierra, sin temor a los leones en la arena. Sólo pendientes de que alguien me proteja, aunque el precio sea mayor, son amigos, y no tengo que dar nombres o apellidos... ... porque ellos mismos ya se saben aludidos. No son muchos pero Dios los puso ahí, extranjeros de otra talla, tan insólitos aquí, que me respetan y regañan a la vez, y me quieren como soy, aunque me conocen bien. Están cerca, no me es fácil engañarles, porque llevan mis heridas y miserias en su pecho, y jamás me echan en cara lo que han hecho, aún teniendo una razón, son amigos, no hace falta dar sus nombres o apellidos... ...porque de sobra ellos se saben aludidos. No son muchos pero Dios los puso ahí, peregrinos incansables, luchadores de marfil, forasteros con nostalgia del hogar, en sus frentes brilla el sol, en sus manos siempre hay pan...... ...y en sus labios no hay engaño ni traición porque son sellos, y jamás he visto zánganos más bellos, ni me he reído tanto, como junto a ellos, aún en medio del dolor, son amigos, y no quiero dar sus nombres ni apellidos... ...ellos lo saben y se dan por aludidos

There are not too many, but God placed them there, A little closer He gave them as a gift to me, To make me understand a little deeper His love for me as my heavenly father. There aren’t many of them, but there are not better than them in earth. They are always making sure that someone is protecting me, even if they have to pay the price, they are FRIENDS, and I don’t have to say their names ... … they know who they are. There are not many but God placed them there, foreign and bigger than me, so different here, they respect me , correct me, and love me as I am, even though they know how I am. They are close, it is not easy for me to try to lie to them, because they carry my wounds and my sorrows in their hearts, and have never told me what they have done for me. They are friends; I don’t have to say their names, because they already know it! There are not many but God placed them there, peregrines that never get tired, fighters, foreigners that miss their home, in their face the sun shines, and in their hands there is always bread… … and in their lips there are never tricks or lies, And I have never seen weird creatures more beautiful than them, and I have never laugh so hard with anyone just with them, even when I am in pain, They are friends, And I don’t want to say their names or last names… … they know and know that I am talking about them