Madrid

I can still feel that relentless noise
The strong smell of cold asphalt lingers inside me
Those wide, endless avenues I roamed so many nights
Many nights of wild living
Others bleeding for you

Wandering through that relentless monster trapped in the heart of chaos, out of control
Many times I walked aimlessly, with no direction
Other times stomping hard, claiming every corner as mine

Cage of endless nights and darkness
Silent witness to a thousand battles with bloody ends
Centuries of history hide in you, speaking of warriors who are no longer here
Those same warriors who once shouted, "They shall not pass!"

They fought and gave their lives for freedom
Spilled their blood in this city
And they did it so that one day others could shout
"Madrid will be the grave where fascism is buried!"

"Madrid will be the grave of fascism!"
"Madrid will be the grave of fascism!"
"Madrid will be the grave of fascism!"
"Madrid will be the grave of fascism!"

"Madrid will be the grave of fascism!"
"Madrid will be the grave of fascism!"
"Madrid will be the grave of fascism!"
"Madrid will be the grave of fascism!"

Wandering through that relentless monster trapped in the heart of chaos, out of control
Many times I walked aimlessly, with no direction
Other times stomping hard, claiming every corner as mine