Madrid Sin Ti
Niña Polaca
Madrid Without You
Madrid without you is not quite Madrid
Without living on the rooftops, early mornings without cigarettes
And without the March rains
That don't let us go out
And I've tried a thousand placebos
From Tirso to hell
That hides behind the faces
That look like you
It almost seems ugly to enter El Greco's mustache
Without you sitting there
Madrid without you is not quite Madrid
Without living two blind months
Spending only what I have
Surrounded by people I detest
So I don't have to think
That if you deigned to come
I wouldn't follow so many rules
I wouldn't get up early
Maybe I'd get some silly cancer
Maybe I'd have a heart attack
Because of our endless fights
Because Madrid without you is not Madrid
Without seeing the sky on Corredera
Without cheating the system
Without ending up in shady places
Without getting along with vagabonds
Without living in the museums we shouldn't have left
Madrid without you is not Madrid
