In a platform of the station
Under the blazing sun
You spoke of a skyscraper
Sky in New York.
Vente soon to see the sea
And sends you a postcard,
I already knew that that day
Was the end.
Now I have much more
Red, black, even or odd
Finally the fate brings an ace
And glass to watch
And a wall hanging
Seven smiling faces
In a passport photograph.
Chorus
My stories did not speak of stories made by chance.
Nobody told me that the destiny gave this opportunity.
One plus one is seven,
Who I was going to say,
It was so easy to be happy.
I have been here many years,
How many I can be
What is the exact price
Of happiness.
Who will remember me
Who you look again
Who handles drives
Of the accident.
A caress of yesterday
Some postal unsigned
And one disc of Burning
Are not things that save.
Today smile to remember
Who fly with soñaras
From the banks of Madrid
You can not see the sea.
Chorus
If there was a time for me
Now it is for the six.
It's emerging coffee
Again begins the mess
As each sunrise.
There toast for three
Arreglad Room
This box family
Deserves a song
Chorus