El Vendedor de Fantasías

With the uneven bow tie, with cufflinks on the shirt
A tuxedo, somewhat old, and with Gardel in his smile
He doesn't care about the stage or his name on the marquee
A black and white photo is stuck on the shop window

He always wanted to be an artist, always wanted to be a singer
And deep in his soul, he's a crazy dreamer
He never knew if he was loved, always knew he wanted
Love is the disorder of a confused poet

Trafficker of illusions, seller of fantasies
Old magician without a top hat, where is the one you wanted
She left you one early morning, you thought she'd come back
The heart no longer beats as it used to

Trafficker of illusions, seller of fantasies
You search among the tables for the one who lied to you so much
And who couldn't understand the life you were living
You've always been a seller of fantasies

You can't find makeup to cover your dark circles
Because time keeps passing and that love that never comes
And if it does, you're afraid it will discover your gaze
Tired from pain and early mornings

With the uneven bow tie, with cufflinks on the shirt
A tuxedo, somewhat old, and with Gardel in his smile
He doesn't care about the stage or his name on the marquee
A black and white photo is stuck on the shop window

Trafficker of illusions, seller of fantasies
Old magician without a top hat, where is the one you wanted
She left you one early morning, you thought she'd come back
The heart no longer beats as it used to

Trafficker of illusions, seller of fantasies
You search among the tables for the one who lied to you so much
And who couldn't understand the life you were living
You've always been a seller of fantasies