Barcelona

My first kiss in your corners was perfect
I didn't know what that was, damn nerves
I still remember it was Novartis after leaving school
And it was in Congress where I first said 'I love you' and
I don't love you anymore, no more walks by the port (nah)
No more coffees, no more shops in the city center
You start going out to Marina Gracia, they're not women's names
They're areas to forget them
And in Barna, loves are hard to forget
And they're forgotten from the hangover by Las Ramblas down to the sea
Every place is special on its own
In this city, the most painful phrase is
'You can be my friend,' which is the same as saying
'Barna is big and someone has replaced you'
Call some lost admirer picket, and
How many times have you felt like that?
If you think about it, there's always Barna and a scar

Barcelona is the city that saw me born
And if I were to be born again, I would choose it again
It's the perfect place for the imperfect
The city where falling is not a flaw

Barcelona is the city that saw me born
And if I were to be born again, I would choose it again
It's the perfect place for the imperfect
The city where falling is a beginning

Music was perhaps the trigger for us
Although success was anticipated, you didn't want to see it
My first concert in Carmelo, Boca Nord hall
I wanted to be a rapper in Barna like Z and Titó
You were cold, I was warm
You wanted to escape to another place and I didn't
I stay in Barna, in my little New York
Where photos are taken without flash because we have the Sun
Where if love dies, the blame is always on both
And this Sunday the church of the sea is covered in rice
Because when one love dies in Barna, another better one is born than the previous
Although you never forget that relationship
Nor those afternoons, the two of us alone at Mirablau
And those kisses in the Sant Pau metro
And those looks after class
Nor the fitting room sex at Portal del Ángel

Barcelona is the city that saw me born
And if I were to be born again, I would choose it again
It's the perfect place for the imperfect
The city where falling is not a flaw

Barcelona is the city that saw me born
And if I were to be born again, I would choose it again
It's the perfect place for the imperfect
The city where falling is a beginning

How many remain, how many will come
What does it matter, you're always there with me
My city, refuge, Barcelona