Fran Perea
Miscellaneous
One plus one makes seven
On a station platform
under the scorching sun
you were talking about a skyscraper in the
heaven of new york finally luck brings an ace
and a glass to look at
and a wall to hang
Seven smiling faces in a passport photo
my stories did not talk about stories
made by chance
no one told me that destiny
gave this opportunity
One plus one makes seven
who was going to tell me
that it was so easy
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
Whoever presses the handles of chance
a caress from the hayer some unsigned postcards
and that Barinet record are not things to keep
today I smile when I remember that you will dream with flying
from the banks of Madrids you cannot see the sea
my stories did not talk about stories
made by chance
no one told me that destiny
given this opportunities
One plus one makes seven
who was going to tell me
that it was so easy
to be happy
If there was a time for me, now it is for those six
the coffee is coming out
the mess begins again like every dawn
there is toast for three
tidy up the room
this family picture deserves a song
br/>my stories did not talk about stories
made by chance
no one told me that destiny
gave me this opportunity
One plus one makes seven
who was it for me to say
that it was so easy
to be happy
BE HAPPY
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