I had a cousin in Getafe
who had to leave
he had to go to Alicante
without being able to remedy it
from time to time he called us
with his eye on everything twisted
with a sorrow in his soul
that he had gone to Alicante
tears and tears he cried
because here in Madrid is the best
dear cousin, I tell you
come to Madrid
because here we are, my friend Antonio
come to Madrid
and my cousin José Miguel
Come toâ Madrid
but come, come, come, come, come to Madrid
come toâ Madrid
come toâ Madrid, come toâ Madrid compare
come to Madrid, come Joselin
come to Madrid
but you know that you can't live there
come to Madrid, come Joselin
come to Madrid
because you know, compare that you cannot live
And then you will come to me
asking for my forgiveness
but my heart
no longer remembers It's about you
you will cry and cry
without anyone to comfort you
and then you will realize
that if they deceive you it hurts
hey , but look
I am flamenco
through my veins I feel it, I feel it..
Come to Madrid..