I remember that trip looking for love
singing songs, making dreams,
wandering through the streets. Olé, my old Madrid.
All-nighters at the disco,
flamenco venues, and pubs.
We threw coins into the Fountain of Desire,
making a love pact.
To always share our dreams,
to go through life always together,
and to never separate again.
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid,
Oh, I think so much about you
Madrid, Madrid,
You give, take away, and lay out
love and illusions,
temptations in Madrid.
During the second trip we got famous,
death for the heart got easier.
Looking for memories in nights from the past,
in words that weren't true, and loving in hiding.
We hit the dance floor of the disco,
making a pact with reason.
Our dreams broke, our paths diverged, and
the hope to meet again went, too.
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid,
Oh, I think so much about you
Madrid, Madrid,
You give, take away, and lay out
love and illusions,
temptations in Madrid.