Description
Spring in Madrid smells of jasmine, wine, and slightly burnt dreams. Everything around is still beautiful - the same streets, the same light, even the cafes with the same worn tablecloths. Only now there are different people sitting in them. The city that once felt like home suddenly becomes foreign: it smiles, but does not recognize you.
It seems as if everything has already been lived, although I would like to do it again - without naivety, but with the same fire. Where there used to be “us,” there is now a museum of memories: quiet, a little pretentious, and very honest. Madrid promised a happy ending, but as it turned out, the script was not about two people. And now the only question that cannot be answered is where is this “place of one's own” now, if it is no longer a person.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mmm.
Tapas, vino y un mantel y árboles en plena primavera.
No sabíamos que era la última vez, pero lo vivimos como si lo fuera.
Ah.
Las calles de Madrid, cómplices de nuestra historia, hoy dicen que no se acuerdan de mí.
Mmm.
Y yo que pensaba que nunca me iría, que al fin logramos encontrar nuestro lugar.
Pero es tu casa y ya no es la mía.
Ya no soporto esta ciudad que promete un final feliz donde no había.
Ah, ah, ah.
Supe que ahora vas a los museos, a los que dijiste que no irías.
Supongo que depende de la compañía.
No escuché ningún consejo.
Creo que fui muy optimista y ahora sé que un amor de lejos es el error del típico turista.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Y yo que pensaba que nunca me iría, que al fin logramos encontrar nuestro lugar.
Pero es tu casa y ya no es la mía.
Ya no soporto esta ciudad que promete un final feliz donde no había.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Y yo que pensaba que nunca me iría.
Ya no soporto esta ciudad que promete un final feliz donde no había.
Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah.
English translation
Hmm.
Tapas, wine and a tablecloth and trees in the middle of spring.
We didn't know it was the last time, but we lived it as if it were.
Oh.
The streets of Madrid, complicit in our history, today say that they do not remember me.
Hmm.
And I thought I would never leave, we finally managed to find our place.
But it's your house and it's no longer mine.
I can't stand this city that promises a happy ending where there was none.
Ah, ah, ah.
I heard that you now go to museums, which you said you wouldn't go to.
I guess it depends on the company.
I didn't listen to any advice.
I think I was very optimistic and now I know that a love from afar is the mistake of the typical tourist.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
And I thought I would never leave, we finally managed to find our place.
But it's your house and it's no longer mine.
I can't stand this city that promises a happy ending where there was none.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
And here I thought I would never leave.
I can't stand this city that promises a happy ending where there was none.
Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah.