LYRICS GAME

On a platform of the station

Under the blazing sun

You were talking about a skyscraper

About the sky of New York

Come soon to see the sea

And you, send a postcard

I already knew that that day was the end

Now I have much more

Red, black, even or odd

At last luck brings an ace

And a pane of glass to look through

And a wall to hang it

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?

A caress from yesterday

Some unsigned postcards

And that Los Burning record

Aren't things to keep

Today I smile when I remember

That you dreamed of flying

From the benches of Madrid

You can't see the sea

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

Now it's for the six

The coffee's coming out

Once again the mess starts like every dawn

There's toast for three

Tidy the room

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

To be happy