Aqui No Hay Playa

You can have Retiro, Casa de Campo and Ateneo
You can have a thousand cinemas, a thousand theaters, a thousand museums
You can have Corrala, barrel organs, and chulapas
But when August comes, oh my, oh my!

Here there is no beach
Oh my, oh my!
There is no beach
Oh my, oh my!

You can shout that it's the capital of Europe
You can win the League (you can win the Cup)
You will assert confidently that it's the capital of Spain
But when August comes, oh my, oh my!

Here there is no beach
Oh my, oh my!
There is no beach
Oh my, oh my!

And no
No
No
No

You can have a racecourse, Jarama and Complutense
And next to it, La Moncloa where the same ones continue
You can have the reins of the empire in your hands
But when August and summer arrive

You can have the TV and the Cuarenta Principales
You can have the Courts and official bodies
The Bear and the Strawberry Tree, Cibeles, Torrespaña
But when August comes, oh my, oh my!

Here there is no beach
Oh my, oh my!
There is no beach
Oh my, oh my!

And you can have the Movida (a while ago)
The Movida promoted by the (City Council)
You can pray to Tierno or Barranco or whoever
But when August comes, oh my, oh my!

Here there is no beach
Oh my, oh my!
There is no beach
Oh my, oh my!

There is no beach (beach)
Oh my, oh my! (Oh my)
There is no beach (beach)
Oh my, oh my! (Oh my)

There is no beach (here there is no beach)
Oh my, oh my! (here there is no beach)
There is no beach (here there is no beach)

Oh my, oh my! (here there is no beach)
There is no beach (here there is no beach)
Oh my, oh my! (here there is no beach)

There is no beach (beach)
Oh my, oh my! (oh my)
There is no beach (beach)

Oh my, oh my! (oh my)
There is no beach (beach)
Oh my, oh my! (oh my)