They say that soon to the capital
they'll bring the Madriterranean1sea
drop by drop ... drop by drop.
And they have published that the pyrenee
who ran away lives in the Canary Islands.
It came in passing... it came in passing, hey!
If the news aren't fooling me
Badajoz will be an island
of the new tropic... of the new tropic.
They'll announce tomorrow
that in La Coruña there's a desert
of mussels... of mussels.
And then who "thought that"
or "supposed that" will not object.
And who imagined it and never denied it will no longer doubt.
And come party and confusion
because this information is the one that goes to mass.
And whoever wants to know will never know the truth.
A drop by drop, drop.
A drop by drop, drop.
They say for me to say that I have not said
that the Giralda is going to be a mother.
Oh, what a penalty2... oh, what a penalty.
The night prosecutors tell
that dreaming will become very expensive.
It'll have a tax ... it'll have a tax.
And then who "thought that"
or "supposed that" will not object.
And who imagined it and never denied it will no longer doubt.
And come party and confusion
because this information is the one that goes to mass.
And whoever wants to know will never know the truth.
A drop by drop, drop.
A drop by drop, drop.
Drop by drop, drop.
A drop by drop, drop.
1. a fusion of Madrid and Mediterranean2. a play on words, 'Ay que pena' is "oh what a shame/pity"