Madryt [English translation]

In this house, I'm telling you, under number 7

A resident lives, he is quite neat even

In the day, he almost never leaves his hide

But at night, he is the fucking king of life

'Cause all trashcans are his, mate

In each of them, he will find something interesting

He comes back in the morning laden with what he got

You surely know how it can be with rewards

Who did, who did, who did this?

Who painted this romantic background?

/2x

Opposite him, I'm telling you, dear mate

Two lesbians of Mexican origin live

Once when I drank a bottle of tequilla with them

I wanted them to show me as they play together

And they agreed at last but on one condition:

I won't get even one step closer from the armchair

When the promise is not kept, punishment comes

Neutralised by them, I lied there until morning

Who did, who did, who did this?

Who painted this romantic background?

/2x

Hey Madrid

Madrid, Madrid is chasing

/x3

At the very bottom, a retired artist

One of those artists who haven't succeeded in anything in their life

She destroys everything on her way on the stairs

And she calls the police saying that I do this

The police writes me down and it happens every Sunday

And again and again, all week is going on like this

Those are those extraordinary charms of this city

Those are the stories I got used to

Who did, who did, who did this?

Who painted this romantic background?

/2x

Who did this?

Hey Madrid

Madrid is chasing

/x3

• Artist:Kult
• Album:WSTYD