1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
Everyone knows everything
No one says anything
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
Everyone knows everything
No one says anything
Until patience runs out
It quickly shows
Penances
Bounce in my head
They want to lie
It quickly shows
Look out for yourself
Or decide another
Since I was born
I lived through bankruptcy
We’re grown
Now we’re on another
The moon is big
The street is wide
I’m playing football
And life is a pitch
We are the mountain
And you’re afraid of the avalanche
It’s the circumstances
But life is
That here is not
There they go on the bike
They’ve left tracks
There’s a broken glass
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
Everyone knows everything
No one says anything
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
Everyone knows everything
No one says anything
Having no money
There’s something worse than having no money
Looking ahead and not seeing the future
Life is giant and your head a bunker
Thousands of paths, one is yours
Look ahead, tear down the walls
You have the light that shines in the dark
I swear, I swear, I swear that
The moon is big
The street is wide
I’m playing football
And life is a pitch
We are the mountain
Here your light doesn’t catch me
They cut the fragrance
And it’s not for eating
Nor for a m3
There they go on the bike
They’ve left tracks
There’s a broken glass
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
Everyone knows everything
No one says anything
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
1, 2, 3, and
Another night in Granada
Everyone knows everything
No one says anything