La Puerta de Alcalá (part. David Bustamante)

I accompany my shadow along 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 watches me
I look up and I find her

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

Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it (look at it)
The Alcalá Gate
Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it (look at it)
The Alcalá Gate
Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it

I look at it straight on and get lost in its eyes
Its arches watch over me, its shadow accompanies me
I don't try to hide, no one deceives it
All of life passes through its gaze

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

Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it
The Alcalá Gate
Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it
The Alcalá Gate
Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it
(Look at it, look at it)

All tyrants embrace like brothers
Displaying their indecent bald heads to the people
Herds of thieves, two hundred students
Start the revolt, it's the sixties

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

Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it
The Alcalá Gate
Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it
The Alcalá Gate

Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it
The Alcalá Gate
Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it
Look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it
The Alcalá Gate