Barcelona English translation
von Christin Stark

His eyes, which sparkled fiery like a Rioja
And he played flamenco, which knocked you right off your feet
He told me that what was happening with us was like a miracle
He had never felt that way about anyone else.

Do you really think I'm so naive to fall for that? (Ave)
I'm giving you a piece of advice, and it's really meant well

Take the next train to Barcelona
(Barcelona, Ba-, Barcelona, ah-ah)
Pack the guitar in and get out of here
(Barcelona, ah-ah)

Tell your grandmother the fairy tales
(Barcelona, Ba-, Barcelona, ah-ah)
Or do you think anyone else will believe you?
Keep dreaming in Barcelona, but please without me

His fingers dance virtuosically over the strings
And his lips, they sing of love and tenderness


Do you really think I'm that stupid and will fall for it? (¡Guapo!)
I'm giving you advice, and it's really well-intentioned

Take the next train to Barcelona
(Barcelona, Ba-, Barcelona, ah-ah)
Pack the guitar in and get out of here
(Barcelona, ah-ah)

Tell your grandmother the fairy tales
(Barcelona, Ba-, Barcelona, ah-ah)
Or do you think anyone else will believe you?
Keep dreaming in Barcelona, but please without me (éntrale, vamo′, chiquillo)

Take the next train to Barcelona
(Barcelona, Ba-, Barcelona, ah-ah)
Pack the guitar in and get out of here
(Barcelona, ah-ah)

Tell your grandmother the fairy tales
(Barcelona, Ba-, Barcelona, ah-ah)
Or do you think anyone else will believe you?
Keep dreaming in Barcelona, but please without me