Pongamos Que Hablo de Madrid Joaquin Sabina Translation Meaning and Lyrics

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Joaquin is telling us about a very dark side of Madrid.  He paints a very sorry picture, as Sabina has a tendency to be quite morose in his works.

 

There is a description of where Madrid is - yes right in the middle of the country; no sea, very hot sun, crossroads of the nation.  Its full of ruffians, children who have lost their innocence young, drugs and drink, maybe somewhere to lose yourself as it's packed full of people.

One would think that Madrid is complete hell hole after listening to this - not one of Europe pre-eminent cities; full of culture, history, art, music, business, communications, conversation etc.

 

Anyway he's on a real downer here.  Yes, lots of big cities have the problems described - and maybe if you feeling a little down this might be song for you today.  But please the weather in Madrid is fantastic, and life is good.  Enjoy!

Whilst the song is suicidal the lyrics are represented reasonably in this video.  Whilst you don't see syringes etc, and sometimes the imagery is wrong - see a train for an ambulance for example. I recommend looking at the video as you can learn a few words of vocab with it as well as they Lingo Script Video.

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Yonder where the roads meet



Where there is no hint of sea



Where criminals always come back to



Let's say I'm talking about Madrid



Where the desire to travel in lifts



is an escape for me



That I let myself go in the street corners



Let's say that I am talking of Madrid



Girls don't want to be princesses anymore



A to the kids they give to chase



The sea inside a glass of gin



Let's say that I am talking of Madrid



The birds visit psychiatrists



The stars forget to come out



The dead travel in white ambulances



Let's say that I am talking of Madrid



The Sun is a butane stove



Life is a tube about to leave



There is a syringe in the bathroom



Let's say that I am talking of Madrid



When death visits me



When I'm taken south where I was born



Here there is no room for anyone



Let's say that I am talking of Madrid



of Madrid



of Madrid



of Madrid