Madrid, Madrid

A shadow stain in the desert
Traces of powder and saffron
White taxis, door slamming
A real mix of feelings
Madrid, Madrid
The price I pay
It's a few more hours without sleep
To remember you
Puerta del Sol metro station
Exit to Plaza Mayor
I'm on time, I think I'm overdoing it
A real understudy in a set
Madrid, Madrid
You can signal me
You can blur my words on the line
When I talk about you
Good evening and good morning
(and down to the last detail)
Mirror if you have to be my spy
(her eyes behind a fan)
Madrid, Madrid
The things I think
Have a little stale accordion air
When she's not with me
Madrid, Madrid
The price I pay
It's a few more hours without sleep
To remember you
Good evening and good morning
(and down to the last detail)
Mirror if you have to be my spy
(her eyes behind a fan)
An entire afternoon in El Retiro
Throwing stones at a lamppost
My loves have melted
With so much light and sun
Madrid, Madrid
I get sad
Seeing how well you dress
If they laugh at you
A shadow stain in the desert
Traces of powder and saffron
White taxis, door slamming
A real mix of feelings
Madrid, Madrid
You drive me crazy
With all that hip movement
They're going to laugh at you