El Chotis (Chotis Fusión)

In the square of the cars, in the La Latina neighborhood
The Chinese make money selling beers
And in Lavapiés street, a Senegalese Moor
Plays ball with a Bangladeshi
On May 15th, an octogenarian dandy
Shows off his beret and checkered vest
And next to him, an Ecuadorian priest
Who has come out of the closet drinks Coca-Cola

At the door of Candela, a junk dealer and a gypsy
For the love of a paper, they fight
And on Desengaño street, a supportive transvestite
Gives a gift to a stingy old man
In the middle of Gran Vía, in the midst of Babel
A Moldovan cools down from wanting
And his Anglo-Saxon pimp, at the Montera bingo hall
Loses his wallet over a bad bluff

At the Central police station, on Leganitos street
A cop from the district loses his mind
And a taxi driver from Vallecas takes senseless rides
To overcharge a distracted person
While they see a homeless person lying in an ATM
Dead in the deep sleep of money
And at Chamartín station, in the middle of the drinking session
A kid is killed with liquor

Oh Madrid of my loves
Who has seen you and who sees you now
Oh Madrid of a thousand colors
You only bring me pain
When I see you again
Oh Madrid of my loves
Who has seen you and who sees you now
Oh Madrid of a thousand colors
There's no need to cry for me
If I leave and never return