Spain smells like people,
like shoesless and fountain.
like work and cheese,
like wrinkles in the forehead.
Spain smells like people,
like lime walls,
like love and marriage
and like pub casanovas.
It smells to me like that.
Spain smells like people,
like college and brothers,
like bone buttons,
like summer film.
Spain smells like people,
like watered flowerpot,
like rainstorm and soil,
like crushed olive.
It smells to me like that.
Spain smells like people,
smells like ironed clothes,
like "kid don't do that",
like "I don't feel like it".
Spain smells like people,
like candles and wax,
like yells in the ring,
like marine fabric.
It smells like that to me.
Spain smells like people,
like a cup of wine,
like winter morning.
I don't believe in fate.
Spain smells like people,
smells like ironed clothes,
like "kid don't do that",
like "I don't feel like it".
Spain smells like people,
like candles and wax,
like yells in the ring,
like marine fabric.
It smells like that to me.
Spain smells like people,
like a cup of wine,
like winter morning.
It smells like that to me.