Le Contrade Di Madrid

Behind the windows, I watched the streets of Madrid
I was worried it would ruin the vibe
How well you sleep, it feels unreal to have you here
You always complain about cold hands and the dampness
Refined freedom
How come you’re really here
Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh-eh
Us in Madrid in the white attic
The kids at dusk sing cheerful verses
Just a few steps of fandango lost in the dark
It feels so good here, hidden among our truths
Strange urge to leave for the streets of Madrid
But how much it costs me to love you like I do, what a struggle
Refined freedom
You, just you, but really you’re here
Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh-eh
Us in Madrid in the white attic
Just a few steps of fandango
Lost in this darkness
But how much it costs me to love you like I do, what a struggle
Refined freedom
How come you’re really here
Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh-eh
Ta-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra
Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh-eh