Barrer a Casa

I could look at you through that glass
Greet each other in a different way
Without fear of breathing

I could hug you with the urge to forget
That a door separates us
From the desire to dream

Waking up from this night that is real
That the magic of flying has been taken by freedom
And thinking that this dream isn't real
This dream isn't real

And now Madrid dresses us in ghosts
At eight the nets fall, the terraces fill up
And now I learned why we need to sweep the house
Because the best song doesn't understand walls
Doesn't understand walls, ah

I could peek around the corner of that bar
Another round for the usuals who won’t let me pay
With a beer and a snack, napkin at another bar
And let the crown tremble watching us savor

Waking up that night was real
That the desire to fly was taken by freedom
And thinking that dream was real
That dream was real

And now Madrid dresses us in ghosts
At eight the nets fall, the terraces fill up
And now I learned why we need to sweep the house
Because the best song doesn't understand walls
Doesn't understand walls

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