Africanos En Madrid
La noche se vuelve de esparto
Cuando llega la despedida
Hay un hueco a medida, para el polizonte
Se marchó lejos de su casa
Con el corazón en rodaje
A cambio de ese pasaje, vendió su alma al diablo
Hoy de nuevo le vi pasar
Algo triste pero amable
Siempre infatigable
Tras el pan y la sal
Hoy de nuevo le vi pasar
Tenía los ojos alegres
Alguien le dio noticias breves
De su pueblo natal
El pecado de ser: Africanos en Madrid
Abrí los ojos para ver, que no llega el sol aqui
El pecado de ser: Ébano, sangre y marfil
Si miras bajo su piel, hay un mismo corazón
Quizás con un poco de suerte, llegarás hasta la Gran Vía
Sin que la policía, te pida el pasaporte
Si la luna está de tu parte, por ventura tendrá su cama
Hecha de hojas y ramas, en La Plaza de España
Hoy de nuevo le vi pasar
Algo triste pero amable
Siempre infatigable
Tras el pan y la sal
Hoy de nuevo le vi pasar
Tenía los ojos alegres
Alguien le dio noticias breves
De su pueblo natal
El pecado de ser: Africanos en Madrid
Abrí los ojos para ver, que no llega el sol aqui
El pecado de ser: Ébano, sangre y marfil
Si miras bajo su piel, hay un mismo corazón
El pecado de ser: Africanos en Madrid
Abrí los ojos para ver, que no llega el sol aqui
El pecado de ser: Ébano, sangre y marfil
Si miras bajo su piel, hay un mismo corazón
El pecado de ser: Africanos en Madrid
Abrí los ojos para ver, que no llega el sol aqui
El pecado de ser: Ébano, sangre y marfil
Si miras bajo su piel, hay un mismo corazón
Africans In Madrid
The night turns to esparto
When the farewell arrives
There's a space just right, for the stowaway
He left far from home
With his heart on the road
In exchange for that passage, he sold his soul to the devil
Today I saw him pass by again
Somewhat sad but kind
Always tireless
After bread and salt
Today I saw him pass by again
His eyes were cheerful
Someone gave him brief news
From his hometown
The sin of being: Africans in Madrid
I opened my eyes to see, that the sun doesn't reach here
The sin of being: Ebony, blood, and ivory
If you look beneath his skin, there's the same heart
Perhaps with a bit of luck, you'll make it to Gran Vía
Without the police asking for your passport
If the moon is on your side, by chance he'll have his bed
Made of leaves and branches, in Plaza de España
Today I saw him pass by again
Somewhat sad but kind
Always tireless
After bread and salt
Today I saw him pass by again
His eyes were cheerful
Someone gave him brief news
From his hometown
The sin of being: Africans in Madrid
I opened my eyes to see, that the sun doesn't reach here
The sin of being: Ebony, blood, and ivory
If you look beneath his skin, there's the same heart
The sin of being: Africans in Madrid
I opened my eyes to see, that the sun doesn't reach here
The sin of being: Ebony, blood, and ivory
If you look beneath his skin, there's the same heart
The sin of being: Africans in Madrid
I opened my eyes to see, that the sun doesn't reach here
The sin of being: Ebony, blood, and ivory
If you look beneath his skin, there's the same heart