Sueños de papel

I'll make you a real artist,
just sing and learn to smile.
You'll see your picture on the wall, money at your command.
Get ready to live... a paper dream.

Paper that time will sweep away,
so fragile like a smoke.
Then, where will your dreams go?
How the truth withers away!

Songs are sold,
popularity is bought.
They traffic in emotions
just to broadcast it all.
And my soul wants to cry.

I'll make you a national hero
sneaking in at night in front of the couch.
You'll be a one-of-a-kind guy, I'll teach you to feel;
what I'll make you sing.
All for you.

And every night you'll see that in a mattress
of a five-star hotel you'll sleep.
In the mornings you'll wake up voiceless,
hugging your loneliness.
Puppet, how alone you are.

I'll make you a real artist.
You just have to sing and learn to smile,
even if you want to cry.