Madrid...
There's only one secret that leads me here:
that silence has died in the streets of Madrid.
Ceesepe's soul beats deep inside you.
Lose me. Death will be sweet here, in Madrid.
When thugs have access to a power,
And when the dandies show their impertinence
When its women have refused to grow up.
When madness has defeated old age.
Madrid...
Take me in your car to some vice out there.
Find me on the airwaves someone to speak to me.
Tell Pepe Risi that now he can smile:
he killed the silence in the streets of Madrid.