Sometimes boredom grows and takes over the city
on the sidewalks loneliness like a thief, comes and goes
the rain washes the avenues and stabs into the heart
and the soul forgets that the wounds of love
are healed with another love.
Enough of lamentations
enough of contradictions
and forward as long as the illusion endures
open the window to the tomorrow and let the sun come in.
Enough, follow my advice
it is not true that you feel old
let's paint on the walls of Madrid
the future is going to happen here.
Enough of crossing the wires
enough of looking for culprits
you only live once, cheer up,
come to the festival, there is a full moon and let yourself be loved .
It is better than remaining silent
the emotion of dying by killing
hurry up, come, there is no time to lose
our train is waiting for us at the station.
The passion is like theater
two and two never add up to four
let's paint the walls of Madrid
the future is happening here.

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