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 everythink to luke 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