Madrid

Some are born in Gambia
and others in Beijing
and I was born in Madrid
And it's not a trauma
or a pride for me
because I wasn't allowed to choose

Oh! Madrid
a city of asphalt
iron, cement, and glass

In Madrid
Long shadows fall
from buildings on me
under my feet I feel Madrid growing

Oh! Madrid
It has become so big
and so small for me
that there's only room to come and go
through Madrid

And you won't survive
if you don't run on gas

In Madrid
Some people can't stand it
I can't breathe without smoke

Some are born in Gambia
and others in Beijing
and I was born in Madrid.