Uno Más Uno Son 7 (feat. Despistaos)

On a platform at the station
Under the scorching sun
You were talking about a skyscraper
From 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 or 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 tales
Made by chance
No one told me that destiny
Gave this opportunity

One plus one is seven
Who would have told me?
How easy it was
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 album
Are not things to keep

Today I smile remembering
That you will dream of flying
From the benches of Madrid
You can't see the sea

My stories didn't talk about tales
Made by chance
No one told me that destiny
Gave this opportunity

One plus one is seven
Who would have told me?
How easy it was
To be happy

If there was a time for me
Now it's for the six
They're leaving the cafe
The mess starts again like every dawn

There's toast for three
Tidy up the room
This family portrait
Deserves a song

My stories didn't talk about tales
Made by chance
No one told me that destiny
Gave this opportunity

One plus one is seven
Who would have told me?
How easy it was
To be happy

To be happy