From Portugal, to the mountains of Granada,
From Sacromonte to the streets of Madrid.
Although we are far away, we will never be separated.
Because you have gotten between my bones.
Now I remember when we met,
In the Plaza de la Estrella,
carnival night
Party night... Plaza de la Estrella
Like a soul in pain until The sun rises.
A car comes down the avenue like a gale,
And on the corners, the song of the lonely.
You and I live a story and in reality we don't even look at each other.
The Reina mora arrives, loaded with tobacco.
The poachers arrive with the lights off.
The barges sleep, they go out gliding.
Among the haze, from the sea of u200bu200bPortugal.
A car comes down the avenue like a gale,
And on the corners the song of the lonely.
You and I know that these things are not going to last.
You and I We know that miracles do not exist.