1 + 1 Son 7

On a platform at the station
Under the scorching sun
You were talking about a skyscraper in the New York sky
Come soon to see the sea and send a postcard
I already knew that day was the end

Now I have much more
Red black, even and odd
Finally luck brings an ace
And a crystal to look through and a wall to hang
Seven smiling faces in a passport photo

My stories didn't talk about stories made by chance
No one told me that destiny gave this opportunity
One plus one is seven
Who would have thought!
That it was so easy to be happy
How many years have I been here
How many can I have left
What is the exact price of happiness

Who will remember me
Who will look at you again
Who drives the handles of chance
A caress from yesterday
Some unsigned postcards
And that Burning's record
Are not things to keep
Today I smile remembering
That you dreamed of flying
From the benches of Madrid you can't see the sea

My stories didn't talk about stories made by chance
No one told me that destiny gave this opportunity
One plus one is seven
Who would have thought!
That it was so easy to be happy
If there was a time for me
Now it's for the six
The coffee is coming out

The mess starts again like every dawn
There are toast for three
Tidy up the room
This family picture deserves a song
My stories didn't talk about stories made by chance
No one told me that destiny gave this opportunity
One plus one is seven
Who would have thought!
That it was so easy to be happy

To be happy!