El Novio Del Olvido

When I feel something
Different inside me
I always look in the direction
Where I was born
And if the orientation
Doesn't fail me today
I'm looking at you
From Madrid
From this position
You look great
The last time we saw each other
We were cousins
Maybe next time
We'll be strangers
As the years go by
It may happen that I become
An old stranger
The boyfriend of forgetfulness