En El Número Catorce
El Arrebato
At Number Fourteen
if I get lost look for me where the heat is overwhelming where there is no coverage and the alarm doesn't ring if I get lost look for me within a burst of laughter where hugs explode where the soul is obeyed
if I get lost look for me near a bulería where the train of nostalgia has not passed yet
CHORUS(repeat)
at number fourteen on Love Street in the lucky neighborhood of the district of destiny there I have my brunette the one who marks my path there I heal my wounds there I sleep warmly
if I get lost look for me where truth is parked where borders are unnecessary where a kiss tastes like salt if I get lost look for me in the oar of a boat close to a brunette and four white pearls
if I get lost look for me near a bulería where the train of nostalgia has not passed yet
CHORUS(repeat)
if I get lost look for me near a bulería where the train of nostalgia has not passed yet
CHORUS
