LYRICS GAME

At the Puerta del Sol

Like the year that was

Once again the champagne and the grapes and the tar

Are laid as a carpet

The firecrackers that erase sounds of yesterday

And heat the spirit up to accept

That another one has already passed

And on the old clock as from year to year

Five minutes more for the countdown

We take stock of the good and bad

Five minutes before the countdown

Sailors, soldiers, singles, married

Lovers, drifters

And one or another absent-minded priest

Among shouts and whistles the Spaniards

Big, small we manage for once

Something at the same time

And on the old clock as from year to year

Five minutes more for the countdown

We take stock of the good and bad

Five minutes before the countdown

And though for the grapes there are some new ones

The ones that aren't here we'll miss

And let's see if we wake up we who are alive

And next year we laugh

One, two, three and four and it starts again

That the fifth is one and the sixth is two

And so the seventh is three

And we say goodbye and we ask God

That next year

Let's see if instead of one million

They can be two

At the Puerta del Sol

Like the year that was

Once again the champagne and the grapes and the tar

Are laid as a carpet