MADRID IS ON FIRE

que exagerao, no hace tanto calor

además, oswaldo dice que en verano es normal que haga caló, circulen, nada que ver aquí

está la cosa calentita, sí

Standing on the beach with a gun in my hand

Staring at the sea, staring at the sand

Staring down the barrel at the Arab on the ground

I can see his open mouth

But I hear no sound

I'm alive

I'm dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab

I can turn and walk away or I can fire the gun

Staring at the sky, staring at the Sun

Whichever I chose it amounts to the same

Absolutely nothing

I'm alive

I'm dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab

I feel the steel butt jump smooth in my hand

Staring at the sea, staring at the sand

Staring at myself reflected in the eyes

Of the dead man on the beach

(The dead man on the beach)

I'm alive

I'm dead

I'm the stranger

Killing an Arab