Pobre Madrid - Barón Rojo

Pobre Madrid - Barón Rojo

  • Year of release: 2010
  • Language: Spanish
  • Duration: 5:07

Below is the lyrics of the song Pobre Madrid , artist - Barón Rojo with translation

Lyrics " Pobre Madrid "

Original text with translation

Pobre Madrid

Barón Rojo

Original text

їDnde est aquel Madrid,

que de nio conoc?

їQuin te convirti, en el punto de mira

del terror?

Con desdn porque si todos hablan mal de ti los que aqu medrarn

los que nunca se van

y los que quieren venir.

Con mala fe suelen decir

gobierno de y no en Madrid

ms que un honor es un dolor

soportar ser la capital.

Ncleo central del huracn

pobre Madrid rompeolas del pas.

Mar de alquitrn, feudo estatal

pobre Madrid gran excusa nacional.

Para as contentar

al sufrido personal

se le inventan verbenas

y movidas horteras

y adis problemas.

Nigate a ser una excepcin

pide tu independencia Madrid

que en medio de la confusin

a lo mejor cuela y te la dan

Ncleo central del huracn

pobre Madrid rompeolas del pas.

Mar de alquitrn, feudo estatal

pobre Madrid gran excusa nacional.

Me quedar no pedir

ser enterrado lejos de aqu

slo quisiera que aquel Madrid

que se perdi volviera, volviera ese Madrid volviera.

By Fistan Majere

Song translation

Where is that Madrid,

what child did I know?

їWho made you, in the spotlight

of terror?

With disdain because if everyone speaks ill of you, those who will thrive here

the ones that never leave

and those who want to come.

With bad faith they usually say

government of and not in Madrid

more than an honor is a pain

bear being the capital.

central core of the hurricane

poor Madrid breakwater of the country.

Tar Sea, state fiefdom

poor Madrid great national excuse.

in order to please

to personal suffering

verbenas are invented

and tacky moves

and goodbye problems.

Refuse to be an exception

ask for your independence Madrid

that in the midst of confusion

maybe strain it and they give it to you

central core of the hurricane

poor Madrid breakwater of the country.

Tar Sea, state fiefdom

poor Madrid great national excuse.

I stay not ask

be buried far from here

I only wish that Madrid

that he got lost, he came back, that Madrid came back.

By Fistan Majere

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