Of country bless by songs and sun, lots of sun
Of a place were horses run free and laugther is not far away
Of war and explotions
Of hatred and compaction .
Of knowing that God exists and family is what you relay on
Of glasses of Sangria and Quesadilas
Of a capital that has a beat of its own
Of bull figths and men who are men.
Of princes and his princess and little royal children
Of cathedrals that are so beautiful you are in hew...
Of a place my own country has borders with, Espanha..
Of a dialogue that sounds like home to me
To this place i write about to you Espanha i applaud you...