Tonight's queue has no end.
Two hours hoping they won't hang
the bloody small cartel that says the place is full.
I managed to cross the door — there go ten pesetas.
Put me neither at the front nor at the back.
On the screen, everlasting is the 'Visit our bar' sign.
The lights went off, this is about to start.
The girl with the torch has already taken her seat.
It's the prelude of something exciting about to happen.
On the fixed picture of a big city,
the names and surnames of those who will be
actors, directors, producers and the like.
The noise of the factors at dawn,
the smells and colours of the big city
made me feel like I was there,
like I was there.
The body of that girl who started trembling
when the protagonist tried to kiss her,
they made me feel like I was there,
like I was happy.
The first scenes of approximation
manage to put you right in the situation
and bit by bit the action develops.
It seems like there's been a blackout.
Whistles to the booth, a tense situation.
The girl was already naked when it went off.
Once the rhythm was recovered, the ending has come.
A lot of murmuring asking, 'How was it?'
And a parade of zombies leaving the place.
For an hour and a half, I was able to be happy
eating chocolate and popcorn
feeling like it was me who was kissing that actress.
The noise of the factors at dawn,
the smells and colours of the big city
made me feel like I was there,
like I was there.
The body of that girl who started trembling
when the protagonist tried to kiss her,
they made me feel like I was there,
like I was happy.