Historia de Un Cantante Vacio

He dreamed of being famous and successful since he was a child
And traveling the whole world with his song
In his mind, he always saw the crowd around
Because fame in his place he always fought
He wanted to hit and win a million and have respect and position
And he achieved it

Yesterday he was in Paris, singing before more than eighty thousand
He says he's doing very well, living his dream today
Now he can chat, sometimes even have dinner with the stars
Of whom he used to be just another fan

I know I'm not the same as yesterday, I am what I always dreamed of
Uuuuh! How I enjoy the fame
Women, fortune, and people acclaim me

His latest album has sold more than he imagined
And he included messages in reverse
And like fashion, it's time to get married two or three times
So he's broken a couple of hearts
It was worldwide news that he had his nose operated on
But no one knows how he cries in solitude

He no longer has privacy, he longs to be someone normal
Sometimes he wishes to be just a simple fan again
He hangs out with the stars he used to see in magazines
He knows they are only human just like him

I looked for it in the streets, dressed in fashion
The pretty girls and those things
(They couldn't fill)
Although I dance and enjoy, I still feel sad
(Even though I smile while singing)
Stardom will make me happy, that's what I thought, isn't it
(There's something inside beyond)
Even though people surround me, I feel lonely
How to fill myself, what's the way

Slowly I feel like I'm dying
Inside and suffering kills me
Fame, money is what he longs for and I realize it's nothing
I know that fortune has only made me realize
That there is something more valuable than money and pleasure
Like knowing that there is a being who can change
The doubt I carry in my actions
(Well) I prefer to be as I was before
(Well) leave the life of a singer
(Well) to be able to have privacy
Because the neighborhood and my people are my happiness

Yesterday he was in Paris
(But in the end, the emptiness I felt again)
He says he's doing very well
(What I show is not always what you see)
Now he can chat
(I see that the emptiness is the same when talking)
With the stars he used to be just another fan of

What does it profit a man
To gain all the goods of the world
And finally lose his soul
Tell me, what does it profit you
It profits you nothing, you
It's the law of being
Isabelle, that's right