La Puerta de Alcalá (part. Victor Manuel)

I accompany my shadow down the avenue
My steps get lost among so many people
I look for a door, an exit
Where past and present coexist

Suddenly I stop, someone is watching me
I look up, I find her

And there it is, there it is
There it is, there it is watching time go by
The Alcalá Gate

One cold morning arrived
Carlos III with distinguished air took off his hat
Very slowly, he dismounted from his horse
With a deep voice he said to his servant

There is the Alcalá Gate
There it is, there it is watching time go by
The Alcalá Gate

Lancers in jackets
Monarchs from other lands
Boasters who arrive
Inventing war
Militias that resist under the 'they shall not pass'
And the eternal dream comes and goes

And there it is, there it is. The Alcalá Gate
There it is, there it is, watching time go by
The Alcalá Gate

All tyrants embrace like brothers
Exhibiting their indecent bald heads to the people
Bands of crooks
Two hundred students
Start the revolt
It's the sixties

And there it is, there it is. The Alcalá Gate
There it is, there it is, watching time go by
The Alcalá Gate

A lost transvestite
A quarrelsome guard
Red hair, pins in the leather
Insurgent rockers, modern complacent
Poets and druggies, airs of freedom

And there is the Alcalá Gate
There it is, there it is, watching time go by
The Alcalá Gate

I look straight ahead, I get lost in her eyes
Her arches watch over me, her shadow accompanies me
I don't try to hide, no one deceives her
All of life passes through her gaze
Look at her, look at her, look at her, look at her, look at her
The Alcalá Gate, look at her, look at her, look at her, look at her