He came with his wooden sword
and clown shoes
to devour the city.
He bought luck in Doña Manolita
and when passing through Cibeles
he wanted to take it out to dance
a waltz, like two lovers
and fall asleep curled up
in the shadow of a lion.
How are you, I'm alone and without a husband
thank you for having come
to warm my heart.
Yesterday at dinner time
they discovered that inmate sixteen was missing.
Perhaps, disguised as a nurse,
br/>he escaped from Ciempozuelos
with his paper hood. He stole his favorite statue
an engagement ring
in El Corte Inglés.
With it, on his finger the next day
I saw the agent's girlfriend
that came to stop him.
He fell like a bird from the tree
when his marble lips
forced him to let go.
He remained, a taxi driver passing by,
mute when he saw how Cibeles began to cry.
And he crashed into the Central Bank.
And he crashed into the Central Bank.