Grieta de Postal

Drop

Barcelona never sleeps for the poor

Barcelona never sleeps for the poor

Verse 1

Raval mornings smell like fried oil and rain

My neighbor sells phone cases out of a cardboard case

She counts coins twice before she trusts the count

Tourists photograph the balconies we can't afford

Chorus

We live in the cracks of a postcard

We live where the rent eats the young

We live in the cracks of a postcard

Nobody frames us in gold

Drop

Grita si te queda voz

Grita si te queda voz

Verse 2

Gràcia keeps her plazas small and loud

The grandmothers know which bench is free by nine

My cousin left for Berlin in the spring

She sends voice notes full of snow and cheap red wine

Chorus

We live in the cracks of a postcard

We live where the rent eats the young

We live in the cracks of a postcard

Nobody frames us in gold

Bridge

Barceloneta salt on every wound

Barceloneta salt on every tongue

The sea does not care who owns the shore

The sea does not ask what your passport says

Drop

Salta salta salta ya

Salta salta salta ya

Chorus

We live in the cracks of a postcard

We live where the rent eats the young

We live in the cracks of a postcard

Nobody frames us in gold

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh oh-oh

Oh-oh oh-oh