Pongamos que hablo de Madrid [English translation]

There where the roads cross,

where the sea can’t be conceived,

where returns always the fugitive,

Let's put that I speak about Madrid.

Where the desire travels by elevators

a hole is left for me,

that I leave my life in your corners…

Let's put that I speak about Madrid.

Girls no longer want to be princesses

and boys try to chase the sea

in a glass of gin …

Let's put that I speak about Madrid.

Birds visit the psychiatrist,

the stars they forget to go out

death happens in white ambulances…

Let's put that I speak about Madrid.

The sun is a butane stove,

life’s a metro on the verge of leaving,

there’s a syringe in the sink…

Let's put that I speak about Madrid.

When Death comes to visit me

take me to the South where I was born.

Here there’s no room for anyone.

Let's put that I speak about Madrid.