LYRICS GAME

I'll be able to look at you through that glass

Greet each other in another way

Without fear of breathing

I'll be able to hug you with the urge to forget

That a door separates us

From the urge to dream

To wake up, this night that is real

That the magic of flying has been taken from us by freedom

And to think that this dream isn't real

That this dream isn't real

And now Madrid dresses as a ghost

At eight the networks go down, the terraces fill up

And now I learned why we have to sweep at home

Because the best song doesn't understand walls

It doesn't understand walls

I'll be able to lean out at that bar's corner

Another round for the usual ones that don't let me pay

From pint to tapa, napkin in another bar

And let the crown tremble seeing us savor

Wake up, that night was real

That the urge to fly was taken from us by freedom

And to think that that dream was real

That that dream was real

And now Madrid dresses as a ghost

At eight the networks go down, the terraces fill up

And now I learned why we have to sweep at home

Because the best song doesn't understand walls

And now Madrid gets thrilled in another square

At eight the sun comes out, the terraces fill up

And now I learned why we have to sweep at home

Because the best song doesn't understand walls

It doesn't understand walls

It doesn't understand battles

It doesn't understand battles