Mañana Sera Igual

The movie billboard more boring than ever
The cigarette between the wrinkled fingers of waiting
Your name is already forgotten, no one knows where you are
In the mirror a lover, something in your face reveals your age

[chorus:]
And it's true, there are no more blue princes
And it's true, that you are alone
And it's true, the broom and the kitchen, tomorrow will be the same.

The tap is dripping, the set doesn't work
Sometimes you keep dreaming with a lump in your throat
That vigilant photo, you no longer expect anything from him
Naked you pamper your body, naked the gray hairs come