Pongamos Que Hablo de Madrid

Where the paths cross,
where the sea cannot be conceived,
where the fugitive always returns,
let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
Where desire travels in elevators,
there's a hole left for me,
where I leave my life in its corners,
let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
The girls no longer want to be princesses,
and the boys start chasing
the sea inside a glass of gin,
let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
The birds visit the psychiatrist,
the stars forget to come out,
death travels in white ambulances,
let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
The sun is a butane heater,
life a metro about to depart,
there's a syringe in the sink,
let's say I'm talking about Madrid.
When death comes to visit me,
let them take me to the south where I was born,
there's no room left for anyone here,
let's say I'm talking about Madrid