Fantasía

That one who writes verses
Full of summer
Being in spring
That's me

And that beautiful camellia
That was left without soul
That doesn't understand anything
You are undoubtedly you

That one who for being good
They throw him into nothing
And who doesn't believe in fame
That's me

That one with black eyes
And who thinks she's the owner
Of all the looks
Won't understand love

How different my life would be if you loved me
And if your lips gave me all your youth
And let me change you a little and make you good
Then they would like the eyes you have

Because you know you are precious
An attractiveness that conquers men
Who can't resist your eyes, your mouth
And submit to your conditions

Because you lavish loves and luxuries
Because you provoke so many disappointments
Because it's very sad to live on appearances
Because a woman who doesn't love anyone
Will be shown a thousand failures by the years

If you spend those years in pleasurable fantasies
If you spend those years in pleasurable fantasies

Your pleasures will turn into tears
And your smile into a chimera
Your pleasures will turn into tears
And your smile into a chimera

That one who writes verses
Who hardly greets
Who is always in the moon
That's me

And that beautiful camellia
Who is involved in everything
Talking more than anyone
Is a dream of love

That one who always looks
With a lot of mischief
With eagle eyes
She kills me

There are many who adore her
Others who despise her
And many who praise her
to see her happy

It's because she has that strange something that when you meet her
One senses that they knew her a long time ago
It's like seeing that hope that the soul dreams of
In moments of loneliness and melancholy

Because you know you are precious
An attractiveness that conquers men
Who can't resist your eyes, your mouth
And submit to your conditions

Because you lavish loves and luxuries
Because you provoke so many disappointments
Because it's very sad to live on appearances
Because a woman who doesn't love anyone
Will show my failure through the years

Your pleasures will turn into tears
And your smile into a chimera
Your pleasures will turn into tears
And your smile into a chimera