The soft blow
Of drops of rain on my face
A prelude to walking
All night outside my bed
Anxious for you
Drunk on life
Tired of seeing doors in front of my face
Defeated without having a place to go
Searching for you, contrary to me
Adam's rib
Future that remained in the past
To start to die
Words with short cannons
To want to wake up
That which upon dreaming
Turns fantasy into reality
In the same place where the end begins
Pawn everything to forget
Disordered forms of life
Follow your shadow, without peace through all of Madrid
I counterattack and my heart counterattacks back
The footprint that leaves the necessity
The highway leads to nowhere
Chronic memory
Sunlit winter
What a shame, like a storm in the summer
No winner
In this war that's already over
To burst into tears, it keeps me from breaking away
Perhaps in the morning the storm will abate
Perhaps when I leave you'll want to look for me
Chronic and mortal memory
Disordered forms of life
I follow your shadow, without calm through all of Madrid
I counterattack and my heart counterattacks
The footprint that leaves the necessity
The highway leads to nowhere
Chronic memory
Chronic memory