Going down through the street with pubs
letting myself go down the slope
I've been so lonlely
until I found you
Ringing the entry phone
you tell me that you need some more time
take your time, it hasn't got dark yet
I wait for you in Casa Paco
and how nice it is to be in love
and walk arm in arm with you
I bring red roses for you
You are my favourite hideout of Madrid
drinking and chatting
laughing, dancing
dancing, dancing time goes by
there's nothing like summer nights
there's nothing like how much I want you
nights in Siroco
terrace, Anton Martin,
and that pub in Tirso you like so much
through the dorsal spine of Gran Vía street
a police car siren skids
and how nice it is to be in love
and walk arm in arm with you
I bring red roses for you
You are my favourite hideout of Madrid
mi skin needs yours
mi mouth needs yours
give me a drink
naked and already in your bed
of lamps behind the blinds
I come back to life when you touch me
a new star is born in Atocha
I'm crazy about you
you are my favourite hideout of Madrid
and how nice it is to be in love
and walk arm in arm with you
I bring red roses for you
You are my favourite hideout of Madrid