If, it is time to hide the pain to the world
under the skin
I know I will be ok, the cats like me
fall stand
I don’t want to play my luck for you
I can’t live with small L
I will be soon, far from here
I leave again, I leave you Madrid
your skin rutins
and you wishes to run away
I dont want cowards that make me suffer
I better say good bye
To your lips made of aniseed
If it is time to clean up the honey stain
over the tablecloth
I was never good at acting
and my lips are thirsty
I dont want to leave everything to luck
I understand, that I am starting to bother
But I will be soon really far
I leave again, I leave you Madrid
your skin rutins
and you wishes to run away
I dont want cowards that make me suffer
I better say good bye
To your lips made of aniseed
