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
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
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
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
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
About Madrid

When death comes to visit me
Don't wake me up, let me sleep
Here I have lived, here I want to stay
Let's say I'm talking about Madrid
About Madrid, about Madrid, about Madrid, about Madrid