No existen los milagros [English translation]

From Portugal, to the mountains of Granada

From Sacromonte to the streets of Madrid.

Even though we are far apart, we will never be separated.

Because you've gotten under my skin.

Now I remember when we met,

In the Plaza de la Estrella,1

Carnival night

Party Night... Plaza de la Estrella

Like a soul in pain until the sun rises

Down the avenue, under a car like a gale,

And in the corners, the loner's song.

You and I are living a story and in reality we don't even look at each other.

The Moorish Queen arrives, loaded with tobacco.

The poachers arrive with their lights extinguished.

The horsewomen sleep, the female gliders come out.

In the mist, from the Portuguese sea.

Down the avenue, under a car like a gale,

And in the corners, the loner's song.

You and I know that these things will not last.

You and I know that miracles don't exist.

1. Could be referring to Place Charles de Gaulle (in Paris) which used to be called Place de l'Étoile. However I'm leaving it untranslated because there is a Plaza de la Estrella in Andalucia and possibly elsewhere in Spain.