Reina de La Vanidad

For you, I make dinner
I light a thousand candles
So you won't forget
That there's nothing better

For you, I become the wind
Warmth in the dead of winter
A feast in the springtime
A spiritual saint

For you, I'm the cop
I get lost on that corner
Where the kiss collides
Between your lips and my love

For you, I owe the devil
The soul of this voice
From so many caravans
It's hard for you to see the sun

Ask me for whatever you want, but ask it now
The wait is getting long, this ritual again
You leave me singing alone, alone in this room
I have to bleed the wound of this poor heart
You leave me singing alone and it gets harder each time
Everything seems too little to you, queen of vanity

Ask me for whatever you want
I’ve got a top hat
In which I always keep
My next fiction

Feel true
Because it’s not for everyone
To have the exact touch
To know how to ask

You asked me to let her go
You see, it’s going to be hard
Still, I make the effort
And I lie once more

And now I'm singing alone, my soul filled with pain
Because I have nothing left, not even this song
You leave me singing alone and it’s always hard to let go
Everything seems too little to you, queen of vanity