Oh! pain, I feel so much pain
Oh! pain, I can't stand it
Oh! pain, I can only cry
Oh! pain, I can only sing
I walk along the streets
Don't make me feel like a stranger
The Spanish police
Make me live like one
Living in Spain
Makes me feel like one
To work
In a different country
I left my home
My countryside and my people
The streets of Madrid
Are hard on me
Like intruders without a voice
They cast us from the Puerta del Sol
I don't know how to get to Atocha
I don't know how to get to Gran Via
I don't know how to get to Bilbao
I don't know how to get to Tirso de Molina
Unable to turn my eyes
Forward or backwards
How will I get to Atocha?
How will I get to Gran Via?
How will I get to Bilbao?
How will I get to Cuatro Caminos?