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Barcelona lights up
Separated they flirt
near the Spanish square
hipsters with beard and glasses
have gotten lost in garages,
they appear when it's dark
traveling tinsmiths
and a drug dealer has a field day
in the Sants station
Recycled ex-alcoholics
dressed up as runners,
burt up journalists
that make a living out of making banners,
arrive to the Ciutat Vella
songwriters that don't sing anymore
and at the door of the Ovella
four tourists can't stand up
Unemployed with three degrees,
someone with connections that only get payed,
small gifts on the sidewalks,
retirees that maneuver,
police in an alley
have lost control
with a percussion group
near the Sol square.
They've remade the Rambla
so that the tourists will come back,
there are no more artists
the musicians have left,
a few chinese people drawing portraits,
Canetes gets further away
and there are no more angry people
in Catalunya square.
When the days get darker
and we are no longer slaves
the sadness turns into hapiness
and we open doors with no keys
when the routine dies
in a small part of the city
Barcelona lights up
when I have you by my side.
The one from the Setmana Tràgica,
the one who hates the outskirts,
the one who lives a magical night
on a Wednesday at the stadium,
the beautiful one, the unhealthy one
the one from the Arena social circle
the one who on October 12th
feels seconhand embarassement.
The one from the welcoming clubs,
the one who adores the gulls
and burns trash containers
and destroys phone cabins,
there is no respect
for live music
and we don't have a project
to give it life.
When the days get darker
and we are no longer slaves
the sadness turns into hapiness
and we open doors with no keys
when the routine dies
in a small part of the city
Barcelona lights up
when I have you by my side.
Some german tourists
in the fusion cots
with mexican hats
go looking for some massage
and in the chaotic Gothic quarter
some boys in skateboards
go looking for some narcotics
to live until tomorrow.
When the days get darker
and we are no longer slaves
the sadness turns into hapiness
and we open doors with no keys
when the routine dies
in a small part of the city
Barcelona lights up
when I have you by my side.
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