Where the roads cross,
where the sea can not be conceived,
where the fugitive always returns,
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
Where desire travels in elevators,
a hole is left for me,
that I leave my life in its corners,
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
Girls no longer want to be princesses,
and the kids get to chase
the sea inside a glass of gin,
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
The birds visit the psychiatrist,
the stars forget to leave,
death travels in white ambulances,
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
The sun is a butane stove,
life one meter about to depart,
there's a syringe in the sink,
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
When death comes to visit me,
to take me to the south where I was born,
there is no room for anyone here,
let's say I'm talking about Madrid
Only among all we can make this a better place :)