Pobre De Mí

I was the princess
of an enchanted kingdom
I'm already in my thirties
and still haven't found it
I thought everything
could fit in a hug
and now I prefer
the cold of March

If I look at the moon
I stumble on the ground
If I look at the earth
I hit the sky
Poor me
The parties are over
at least for me

Poor me
poor me
The parties are over
and I don't know where to go
I thought I would
be the boss of something
Now I know
I'm not cut out for that
I thought I would have
millions of hugs
Now I prefer
the cold of March.