Estas En Nada

Neither your smile, nor your baby eyes make you seem happy
You pretend to be better, very much of today's world, for not accepting, that you are in love

And yet, you are nothing, you are nothing

You say I'm not a brave boy and that all I do is dream
But I know very well, high-class girl, that you're not even worth a kiss

And realize that you are nothing, you are nothing
You are nothing, you are nothing

You like to live well, fancy meals, dances of skinny French-looking guys
The unfortunate thing is that even if you paint yourself well, your appearance is worse than a corpse

And realize that you are nothing
You are nothing, you are nothing