Politely I'd give you a piece of advice
That you probably still don't know
The devil knows much more from being old
Than from being the king of all our evils
You're going to crash into reality
If you think that one euro is better than a gesture
Because a window that looks onto a lightwell
Can shine more than one that faces the street
In search of that wallet that may support
Your beauty treatments while you still have them
Because you'll know that it doesn't last forever
In search of every delusion of grandeur
And if life straightens you out
And your winning horse goes over a cliff
Turned down being the flower for my life
To be just a petal in that guy's
How sorry you make me, spoiled little girl
With your fake bearer-love check bounced
What would our future be?
You who prefer a peso to a kiss
And I don't have a f*cking cent
I live in a Chinese fable and
You in an Almodóvar movie
You who brag of being atheist
While I live off the tide
A god put in my throat
In search of that wallet that may support
Your beauty treatments while you still have them
Because you'll know that it doesn't last forever
In search of every delusion of grandeur
And if life straightens you out
And your winning horse goes over a cliff
Turned down being the flower for my life
To be just a petal in that guy's
How sorry you make me, spoiled little girl
With your fake bearer-love check bounced
I only hope that this doesn't sound like reproach
But when there's no roof left for you to reach
And like a cold bucket of water it'll be