Calles De Madrid

Streets of Madrid, Saturday night
Got enough to not sleep
Drinks the elixir of a long drink
Mixed with painkillers

Streets of Madrid, I didn't expect
Westerly winds next to Jimmy Page
They have to wear, silver fabrics
Black girls without making a sound

From Las Ventas to Chamberí
Smoking halfway
In the streets of Madrid
When you wake up, they're not here anymore
They never burst
In the streets of Madrid

Streets of Madrid, to your neighborhood
Last games in the foosball table
Car to go to the outskirts
Singing one of Joaquín's songs

When you wake up, they're not here anymore
They never burst
In the streets of Madrid

From Las Ventas to Chamberí
Smoking halfway
In the Streets of Madrid