Seagulls cry over the pier.
In the grey clouds of Barcelona,
Prophesied & nbsp; sorrows...
To & nbsp; Suzerain & nbsp; on & nbsp; bows.
There is no faith and no Freedom.
With & nbsp; King & nbsp; not & nbsp; happened,
Exhale & nbsp; pain & nbsp; with a & nbsp; groan,
The banner of the ancestors did not bow...
Don't drown out the screams of the gulls,
Songs of the Street choir.Again
Reet on balconies yellow-red
Senora!