Fría

Now that I know you well
You will understand that I don't want to know about you anymore

If for you I was always a loser
A poor being who has nothing to offer
A dreamer, a gray poet
Who in his pain
(Mistaken his heart loving you, loving you)

Cold, you have such a cold soul
Beautiful, but empty
That is incapable of loving

Cold, you have such a cold soul
Beautiful, but empty
That is incapable of loving

I doubt you will ever change
Because you filled an empty life with vanity

If for you I was always a loser
A poor being who has nothing to offer
A dreamer, a gray poet
Who in his pain
(Mistaken his heart loving you, loving you)

Cold, you have such a cold soul
Beautiful, but empty
That is incapable of loving

Cold, you have such a cold soul
Beautiful, but empty
That is incapable of loving

I doubt you will ever change
Because you filled an empty life with vanity
I doubt you will ever change
Because you filled an empty life with vanity