wear a suit of red and whitennand each light and raise a candlennand we covered walls of the colors end with oilsnnand we put our bare feet upon the red rock soilnnnnwhen the sun goes down on southern Barcelonannevery child will turn to stonennand when the sun goes down on southern Barcelonanneverything will turn to goldnnnnwe will sing out to the damnednnfrom the tops of our haciendasnnnow the Rio is on firennand a call to join us sings the midnight wirennnnwhen the sun goes down on southern Barcelonannevery child will turn to stonennand when the sun goes down on southern Barcelonanneverything will turn to goldnnnnand your brother placed his hands upon your handsnncleaned your pockets and closed your eyesnnand a white cloud drifts across the dirty skynnand you're breathing, but you're going to diennnnpaint your front door red and whitennfill your pockets with lead and silvernnnow the sea will rise and boilnnwhen we give our bodies to the red rock soilnnnnwhen the sun goes down on southern Barcelonannevery child will turn to stonennand when the sun goes down on southern Barcelonanneverything will turn to goldnnnnall you see will turn to goldnneverything will turn to gold