Vente Pa Madrid

I had a cousin in Getafe
Who had to leave
He had to go to Alicante
Without being able to fix it
Every now and then he would call us
With a twisted eye
With a pain in his soul
That he had gone to Alicante

Tears and tears he cried
Because he left his heart here
Tears and tears he cries
Because the best is here in Madrid

Dear cousin, I tell you
Come to Madrid
I want you to come very soon
Come to Madrid
Because here are my buddy Antonio
Come to Madrid
And my cousin José Miguel

Come to Madrid
But what are you waiting for, come, come, come,
Come to Madrid
Come to Madrid
Come to Madrid
Come to Madrid buddy
Come to Madrid, come Joselín
Come to Madrid
But you know that there
You can't live
Come to Madrid, come Joselín
Come to Madrid
Because you know buddy
That you can't live
And then you will come to me
Asking for forgiveness
But my heart
Doesn't remember you anymore
You will cry and cry
Without anyone to console you
And then you will realize
That being deceived hurts
Listen, but look
I am flamenco
I feel it in my veins, I feel it..
Come to Madrid...