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 everythink to luke
I understand, that I am starting to bother
But I will be soon really far

I have begun to hinder soon estare of you very very far