Cuentame Un Cuento

Look, I'm made of glass
Look, I'm made of glass
I break if I fall to the ground
And I never stay the same

The moon
You want to grab the moon with your hands
And those stars are impossible to reach

Be content with having it in your dreams
Because sometimes even in dreams
They are impossible to reach

I am the one who always loses in love

The one who keeps hatred and pain intact

The one who goes through life like any human being

And I'm so used to losing
That when I win, I get angry

And they want to know about me
They want to know about me
But nobody knows about me
Because I'm like a raindrop
Like a piece of cloud
Like the sky, like the air

Free
Free to touch your mouth
Without anyone noticing

Tell me a story
Tell me a story
Of young gypsy girls dancing flamenco

Tell me a story
Tell me a story
A sip of wine makes you happy

Suit jacket
And the old folks blame me
Because I don't go out in a suit jacket
And now new times are coming
And because I sing in a t-shirt
They say I'm not flamenco

Tell me a story