Pongamos Que Hablo de Madrid

Where the paths cross
Where the sea cannot 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
Where I left my life in its corners
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid

The girls no longer want to be princesses
And the boys start chasing
The sea inside a glass of gin
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid

The birds visit the psychiatrist
The stars forget to come out
Death travels in white ambulances
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid

The Sun is a butane heater
Life a metro about to depart
There's a syringe in the sink
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid

When death comes to visit me
Take me to the south where I was born
There's no room left for anyone here
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid