La Rambla

La Rambla the jugular,

La Rambla the heart,

La Rambla you breath

and tear me apart;

Then put me together,

you're dumb and you're clever;

You hold sway over everything,

except maybe the weather.

You scream Catalunya,

then sell Madrid caps;

You hold the weight of us all,

under strain of collapse;

La Rambla La Rambla,

whatever you do;

Please keep on holding,

and carry us through.