On a platform of the station
You were talking about a skyscraper
About the sky of New York
Come soon to see the sea
I already knew that that day was the end
At last luck brings an ace
And a pane of glass to look through
Seven faces smiling in an ID photo
My tales didn't talk about stories made by chance
Nobody told me that destiny gave this opportunity
One plus one are seven, who was gonna tell me?
That it was so easy to be happy
How many years have I been here?
How many can I have left?
What's the exact price of happiness?
Who will remember me?
Who will look at you again?
Who presses the handles of chance?
And that Los Burning record
Today I smile when I remember
That you dreamed of flying
From the benches of Madrid
My tales didn't talk about stories made by chance
Nobody told me that destiny gave this opportunity
One plus one are seven, who was gonna tell me?
That it was so easy to be happy
If there was a time for me
Once again the mess starts like every dawn
This family portrait deserves a song
My tales didn't talk about stories made by chance
Nobody told me that destiny gave this opportunity
One plus one are seven, who was gonna tell me?
That it was so easy to be happy