Barcelona

The heat spreads like a blanket on a hazy afternoon, saved only by a gentle breeze
Which carries many tunes

TVs blaring and radios, the wail of police cars and gypsies playing concertinas in the cafes and the bars

A big ship sounds its fog horn, like a mournful mating call
In the night like we were passing, touching chords that said it all

Lying naked on the beach, with the rhythm of the sea... the city that has everything is ringing bells for me

Barcelona, on my own, away under the stars
Watching the world passing from the Cafe Miramar
Barcеlona home-from-home, alone, but not too far
From timеs when two will tango to the sound of your guitar

Barcelona...

Lost in ancient alleyways, I am inside Gaudi's mind
Like Christopher Columbus, I will seek, and I will find

Fantasies in clay and stone and dreams in soaring towers
The city that has everything has found me in its power

Barcelona, on my own, away under the stars
Watching the world passing from the Cafe Miramar
Barcelona home-from-home, alone, but not too far
From times when two will tango to the sound of your guitar

Barcelona...