Fabrica de Sueños

Dream factories,
Dumpsters of stories,
Smoke of memories,
Forgotten memories.

True loves,
That taste like glory,
The tides go down,
The contribution goes up,
And they give it to us with cheese,
And we want ham.

And the center of my universe,
That should be in our room.
I learn to survive,
In the neighborhood of illusion.
And in the city of clouds,
Street of my imagination.

I learn to survive,
Locked in my room.
From the city of clouds,
I don't want to leave.

I have forgotten how to fly,
Since time doesn't pass,
And space becomes smaller.

When I get locked up.
Leeerelele...
In the prison of your dreams.
Leeerelele...
When you leave me hanging.
Leeerelele...
At the metro stop.
Leeelee...

And in the market square,
They no longer tell stories,
They have kicked out the old,
They have no mercy.

That's why I want to tell you,
Singing this song,
I learn to survive,
In the neighborhood of illusion,
And in the city of clouds,
Street of my imagination.

I learn to survive,
Locked in my room.
From the city of clouds,
I don't want to leave.

I have forgotten how to fly,
Since time doesn't pass,
And space becomes smaller.

When I get locked up.
Leeerelele...
In the prison of your dreams.
Leeerelele...
When you leave me hanging.
Leeerelele...
At the metro stop.

I have forgotten how to fly!
I have forgotten how to fly!

I have forgotten!
I have forgotten how to fly!
I have forgotten how to fly!

I have forgotten!
I have forgotten how to fly...