They know me because of the air
I'm known to those who talk about you
I'm known to the pretty girls at the ball
And the bars that close Madrid
The good guys know me, the bad guys know me, and you know me, but let's go, let's not give it all away, let's go
Tell them, let's go
They don't know me, no
I'm known to those who speak softly
I swear to you by someone else, it wasn't me
The quiet kids
I invite you to see what that sad song sounds like
Of what the blind woman, my hands and I could do
But let's go, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, let's go
Tell them, let's go
That they don't know me, no
Because of the air, the voice, the voice, of a voice, guilt
Wounded by so many fatherless songs
Me running too much, and you married to fear
And finally, swearing they saw me badly from their wardrobe, come on
Tell them, please
That they don't know me, no
They know me because of the air