You came to look for me with everything that was out there Corners that know that you were the perfect one for me You wanted to kill me with everything I couldn't escape from you You know that there is nothing good that comes out of here We are left, little Ayamadri With all the corners where we have done it And everything that is left of you, of you and of me We are left, little Ayamadri With all the songs that I keep in my chest Stories that we will have to write Little Madrid With a drink in the throat and six daggers in the heart Like a *** rock'n'roll star I remember those garitos to which we used to go The song of Luxis and Donny sounded lazy We are left, little Ayamadri With all the corners where we have done it And everything that is left of you, of you and of me We are left, little Ayamadri With all the songs that I keep in my chest Stories that we will have to write Little Madrid Little Madrid In test portals and rooftops In the bathrooms of any garito There is not a single place left that does not know it We are left, little Ayamadri With all the corners where we have done it And everything that is left of you, of you and of me We are left, little Ayamadri With all the songs that I keep in my chest Stories that we will have to write Little Madrid Little Madrid Little Madrid