Calles De Madrid
Quique González
Streets of Madrid
Streets of Madrid, Saturday night
Got enough to not sleep
Drinks the elixir of a long drink
Mixed with painkillers
Streets of Madrid, I didn't expect
Westerly winds next to Jimmy Page
They have to wear, silver fabrics
Black girls without making a sound
From Las Ventas to Chamberí
Smoking halfway
In the streets of Madrid
When you wake up, they're not here anymore
They never burst
In the streets of Madrid
Streets of Madrid, to your neighborhood
Last games in the foosball table
Car to go to the outskirts
Singing one of Joaquín's songs
When you wake up, they're not here anymore
They never burst
In the streets of Madrid
From Las Ventas to Chamberí
Smoking halfway
In the Streets of Madrid
