La Petita Rambla del Poble Sec

Sitting in the Plaça del Sortidor
Here I wait for you, as if it were the first bar
La Bohème, where Blai Street begins
Which is the little Rambla of Poble Sec

Tell me about the rain that has fallen
Of wet images on the mirrors on the asphalt
Maybe that's why the theater is so empty
Maybe that's why today my hands feel so empty

We will put our feet back on the sand
On the beach of Barcelona some night in July
And we will write that they will never take our lives again
That we give voice to the sails when we sing rumbas at the port

Tell me about the life to come
Of all the men who love other men
I ask you if humanity exists
If we have to declare war on some army of ignorants

Look, I've seen you cry before
And believe me when I tell you I feel the same
When you sing me songs while you work
Pointing out doubts like hammers in my head

We will put our feet back on the sand

While in the kitchen pile up
The plates and glasses from last night's dinner
I'm afraid to put order in this life
Or to do it when it's already too late

I think, how lucky to have songs
To tell you that sometimes I'm at the bottom
And to find the necessary energy
To fight and survive in this damn world

We will put our feet back on the sand