Madrid

Madrid wakes up slowly,
Madrid, the sun has been up
For hours.
And the metro carriages
Sing lullabies with their rattling,
While I sleep.
Madrid wakes up slowly,
Madrid, I wish you were here.
It's Sunday and at the flea market
Human rivers flow
Down the street.
I let myself go.
Bottles of blue opal,
Rugs from Istanbul,
Dolls and fairground rifles.
Bohemian crystal spiders,
Soviet Union badges,
Wood and mother-of-pearl buttons.
What a hangover...
I walk back home,
Dogs walk with their owners,
Madrid, I wish you were here.
Madrid, I wish you were here.
Madrid... I wish you were here.
I wish you were here.
I wish you were here.
I wish you were here.