Uno mas uno son siete [English translation]

In a platform of the station

Under the blazing sun

You spoke of a skyscraper

Sky in New York.

Vente soon to see the sea

And sends you a postcard,

I already knew that that day

Was the end.

Now I have much more

Red, black, even or odd

Finally the fate brings an ace

And glass to watch

And a wall hanging

Seven smiling faces

In a passport photograph.

Chorus

My stories did not speak of stories made by chance.

Nobody told me that the destiny gave this opportunity.

One plus one is seven,

Who I was going to say,

It was so easy to be happy.

I have been here many years,

How many I can be

What is the exact price

Of happiness.

Who will remember me

Who you look again

Who handles drives

Of the accident.

A caress of yesterday

Some postal unsigned

And one disc of Burning

Are not things that save.

Today smile to remember

Who fly with soñaras

From the banks of Madrid

You can not see the sea.

Chorus

If there was a time for me

Now it is for the six.

It's emerging coffee

Again begins the mess

As each sunrise.

There toast for three

Arreglad Room

This box family

Deserves a song

Chorus

• Artist:Fran Perea
• Album:CD Single