I will be able to look at you
Through that glass
Greet each other in a different way
Without fear of breathing

I will be able to hug you
With the desire to forget
That a door separates us
From the desire to dream

Wake up from this night that is real
That the magic of flying has been taken away by freedom
And to think that this dream is not real
That this dream is not real

And now Madrid dresses up as a ghost for us
At eight the networks fall, the terraces fill up
And now I learned why you have to sweep home
Because the best song doesn't understand walls
Doesn't understand walls
Ah

I will be able to peek
At the corner of that bar
Another round for the usual ones
Who don't let me pay

From beer to tapa
Napkin in another bar
And let the crown tremble
Seeing us savor

Wake up that that night was real
That the desire to fly was taken away by freedom
And to think that that dream was real
That that dream was real

And now Madrid dresses up as a ghost for us
At eight the networks fall, the terraces fill up
And now I learned why you have to sweep home
Because the best song doesn't understand walls

And now Madrid gets emotional in another square
At eight the sun comes out, the terraces fill up
And now I learned why you have to sweep home
Because the best song doesn't understand walls
Doesn't understand walls
Doesn't understand battles
Doesn't understand battles

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