Uno mas uno son siete [English translation]

On a platform of the station,

under the burning sun,

you spoke of a skyscraper

of the sky of New York.

Come soon to see the sea

and send a postcard,

I already knew that day

was the end.

Now, I have much more,

red, black, even or odd,

at last, the luck brings an ace

and a glass to look through

and a wall to hang

seven smiling faces

in a passport photo.

Chorus:

My tales didn't tell about stories made by chance.

No one said me that the destiny offers this oportunity.

One and one is seven,

who was going to tell me,

that being happy was so easy.

How many years I have been here,

how many years I will be here,

what is the exact price

of the hapiness.

Who will remind me,

who will look at you,

who is driving the handles

of the chance.

A caress of yesterday

postcards without signature,

and that Burning´s CD,

they aren't things to save.

Today, I smile when I remember

that you will dream about flying.

From the benchs of Madrid

you can't see the sea.

Chorus

If I had had time for me in the past,

now, is for we six.

Coming out of the cafe,

the troubles begin again,

like every dawn.

There are toasts for three,

clean up the room,

this "scene" of family

deserves a song.

Chorus

• Artist:Fran Perea
• Album:CD Single