Barcelona

I'm looking for a trace of life
Through the streets of the city
Where a mixed history sings
Daughter of many halves
The thorns of a rose
That you have been losing
I look for something in you
That reminds me we will get through this

I carry the sound of Barcelona
That is made of many paths
Of footprints of many peoples
From overseas to deep land

From the singing Cuba
Little gypsy of the night
Of parties and revolts
Of those who can't sleep

Caught by capitalism
You can hear her cry
Neither anarchist, nor outraged
The city sadly dances
Powerful Barcelona
Beautiful slave of power
I look for something in you
That reminds me we will get through this

I carry the sound of Barcelona
That is made of many paths
Of footprints of many peoples
From overseas to deep land

From the singing Cuba
Little gypsy of the night
Of parties and revolts
Of those who can't sleep

I carry the sound of Barcelona
That sound that I like
That my people dance to and excites me
I carry the sound of Barcelona
That still sings, that still sounds
I carry the sound of Barcelona
I am the sound of the fight
I am the strength of the woman
I carry the sound of Barcelona
With my people, with Txarango, that's how we enjoy

Barcelona
Powerful
Gypsy
Of the night
Barcelona
Singing