Fantasía Herida

I've been an hour at the bar and you didn't make it to the date
Did you forget or maybe you didn't want to?
Maybe you don't expect anything from me
And I'm crazy to try it out
People come and go, and I'm alone on the road

I roam half the city, wrapped in melancholy
I don't want to think about you or pluck daisies
My flight is losing altitude
I don't give up, stubborn head
My record zero in love and half an empty bed

Back to sadness on my shoulder, wounded fantasy
Back with a long face and empty hands
And I'm getting lost in the streets
If it's not with you, they're not the same
And I sense they will never be again
And I sense they will never be again

It was the third time this month that I saw her
The fourth time she didn't come, no signs of life
I who believed that love was around
All that's left is a taste of nothing
Nothing more, nothing more, there's nothing more

Back to sadness on my shoulder, wounded fantasy
Back with a long face and empty hands
And I'm getting lost in the streets
If it's not with you, they're not the same
And I sense they will never be again

Back to sadness on my shoulder, wounded fantasy
Back with a long face and empty hands
And I'm getting lost in the streets
If it's not with you, they're not the same
And I sense they will never be again

And I sense they will never be again
And I sense they will never be again