Fuiste Una Estrella

Where is that fifteen-year-old girl?
Who stuck your photo in her folder
Where is that trendy boy?
With your sticker on his jacket
Where are your admirers?

You were a star, you were a star

Where are the journalists?
Where are the cameras?
And on the covers of magazines
Your face hasn't appeared again
There's nothing left to cut out

You were a star, you were a star
You were a star, you were a star

And remember when you meet again
Not to take the form of a star
Because the sky is not so mobile
And many of them disintegrate
It's so hard to stop shining

You were a star, you were a star
You were a star, you were a star