Maestra Del Fracaso

You, who taught me to kiss
to cry, fly, love
to dream of fairy tales
you who taught me to laugh
to feel living,
die for a loved one
you the teacher in love
suspended in illusion
he examines me in a bed
you who are only sensation
I tell you nothing for everything
and I thank you for nothing

and now run
and go and listen
to a certain Miguel
sing the good "pay"
identify yourself,
you are the false currency
that goes from hand to hand
if it suits you well
listen to Bambino
how to sing to a clown
and then you look in a mirror
and you will see that you are not far away
of being a "fucking" failure

You are one of the people
student of the well-known teacher Liendre
they think they know everything
and after nothing they understand
He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand...
I want to feel that nervousness
it makes you excited to see me desperate
fighting the clock
feel every moment
prisoner of your love

and now run
and go and listen
to a certain Miguel
sing the good "pay"
identify yourself,
you are the false currency
that goes from hand to hand
if it suits you well
listen to Bambino
how to sing to a clown
and then you look in a mirror
and you will see that you are not far away
of being a "fucking" failure

I have to find a new love
that makes me sigh
that makes me smile
make me get up
and I forget about you
I'll see you on another sidewalk
I bite and pinch myself
so that you come to my side
you, the enchanted princess
if it were a story
I would be your puppet
you, the dulcinea of loves
now I have reasons
so as not to be your don quixote
you, example of pedantry
queen of nonsense
I'm going to tell you something nice
you, teacher of all my lessons
I suspend in your loves
but I'm leaving your school

and now run
and go and listen
to a certain Miguel
sing the good "pay"
identify yourself,
you are the false currency
that goes from hand to hand
if it suits you well
listen to Bambino
how to sing to a clown
and then you look in a mirror
and you will see that you are not far away
of being a "fucking" failure

The sun hides behind the clouds
and after your body, your face, your mind, your soul
a betrayal is hidden...