La Puerta de Alcalá (part. David Bustamante)
Acompaño a mi sombra por la avenida
Mis pasos se pierden entre tanta gente
Busco una puerta, una salida
Donde convivan pasado y presente
De pronto me paro, alguien me observa
Levanto la vista y me encuentro con ella
Y ahí está la Puerta de Alcalá
Y ahí está, ahí está viendo pasar el tiempo
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala (mírala)
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala (mírala)
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala
La miro de frente y me pierdo en sus ojos
Sus arcos me vigilan, su sombra me acompaña
No intento esconderme, nadie la engaña
Toda la vida pasa por su mirada
Ahí está la Puerta de Alcalá
Ahí está, ahí está viendo pasar el tiempo
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mirala, mírala
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mirala, mírala
(Mírala, mírala)
Todos los tiranos se abrazan como hermanos
Exhibiendo a las gentes sus calvas indecentes
Manadas de mangantes, doscientos estudiantes
Inician la revuelta, son los años sesenta
Ahí está la Puerta de Alcalá
Ahí está, ahí está viendo pasar el tiempo
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala
La Puerta de Alcalá
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala
Mírala, mírala, mírala, mírala
La Puerta de Alcalá
The Alcalá Gate (feat. 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
Escrita por: B. Fuster / Luis Mendo