Nothing happens here Nothing gets done But you get to like it You get to like the beating of the sun The washing of the sun In Spanish blue We sit on the footpath We drink all day The roads are in disrepair I don't know when they haven't been that way They've always been that way In Spanish blue Once I felt some pain But it was gone in a flash A flash and dirt and ash Nothing happens here Nothing gets done But you get to like it You get to like the beating of the sun The washing of the sun In Spanish blue Black insects crawl On yellow walls They seem to move But they don't move to any place at all No place at all In Spanish blue Once I felt some pain But it was gone in a flash A flash and dirt and ash Of dirt and ash Nothing happens here Nothing gets done But you get to like it