R. Villar / J. E. Fernández / C. Alonso
I'm living on the third floor of my house
Even though it's only made of two
Three windows look around at all the clouds
Rooms in white that someone put in there
Try to come upstairs,
Come and see the place where I belong
Dare to come upstairs
See the place that I can call my own
I'm playing on a piano of my own
Painted with a flower that was grey
A sofa that a friend once gave to me
Pictures of someone I used to know
Try to come upstairs,
Come and see the place where I belong
Dare to come upstairs
See the place that now I call my own
Spacemen down from heaven come and go
Getting through the closet of my room
Leaving all their spaceships in a cloud
Talking in a language that I know
Try to come upstairs,
Come and see the place where I belong
Dare to come upstairs
See the place that now I call my home

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