Demonios En Madrid

They say there are demons in Madrid,
That are not seen but are there,
That go among the people bothering
And walk on camels through the neighborhood,
That they pass on intellectualism,
On the chotis and the Puerta de Alcalá,
That the 'pichi' no longer calls the shots
And that Don Hilarion is 'crazy'.

And that the caste got into a cabaret
And Susana hid in a convent
And even Isidro changed
For a motorcycle the old 'arao'.
Surely there are demons in Madrid.

That are not seen but are there,
Planting skyscrapers in the forum
And speculating with what belongs to everyone,
That they pass on solidarity
And occupy a suite at the 'Meliá',
That they storm the city
And have the people 'revealed'.

The dressmakers have nothing to do
And in the corralas the gathering ended,
And between Portillo and Arganzuela
There's no maiden to flirt with,
Surely there are demons in Madrid.

That are not seen but are there,
Crossing red traffic lights,
Looking at Cibeles askance,
Paralyzing the traffic around
Chamberí, Sol, and Callao,
That they pass on the cultural village,
On the bear of the strawberry tree and the rest.

The dressmakers have nothing to do
And in the corralas the gathering ended,
And between Portillo and Arganzuela
There's no maiden to flirt with,
Surely there are demons in Madrid, yes!