Auf der Straße nach Madrid [English translation]

on the road to old madrid

every night his lamp was lit

on the many dusty roads that he was walking

and he didn't listen to the people talking

and the spanish sun would warm him on the run

on the road to old madrid

all his plans had turned to shit

but his liberty would never be contested

and he prayed on every stone where his head rested

and he knew those painful years they were now gone

so he got up and he pushed on

and one cold morning, as he lay without a motion

he didn't say "Adios" and he did not look back

he watched the sunrise from the blue and mighty ocean

and tears were in his eyes when he picked up his pack

he crossed the fields and ate what olive trees provided

he drank the water from the rivers that he found

he didn't listen when the farmers yelled and chided

he felt unstoppable, by longing he was bound

and he never turned around

on the road to old madrid

he had a plan and stuck with it

never did he doubt the road that he was taking

though the shadows of the past could not be shaken

as an outlaw he was happy as can be

on the road to old madrid

every night his lamp was lit

and he wondered where his venture soon would take him

and he only knew that life could never break him

and through courage only was his battle won

so he got up and he pushed on

(INTERLUDE)

on the road to old madrid

many times he rode a bit

on a farmer's haycart, all with no dinero

he ate cheese and bread, and wore his old sombrero

and tequila, from the farmer's wife, a sip

on the road to old madrid

he so often pondered it

that he'd lead a life much richer than before

as the country's youngest, bravest matador

then a rainstorm came and both his feet got wet

but his dream he could not forget

And from Léon he staggered on and reached Villada

Then from Palencia to brave Valladolid

And through the mountains of Castile down to Segovia

Until the signs led him straight down to old madrid

But then he swiftly steered the donkey he was riding

As trees were barely moving in their gentle dance

He took the tiny mountain pass to go in hiding

And looked back one last time, with longing in his glance

On the road to old madrid..

On the road to old madrid..

On the road to old madrid..

On the road to old madrid..

• Artist:Dschinghis Khan
• Album:Corrida