Pequeños Romances

I'm an expert in little romances that come with an expiration date
That go straight from wine and candles to the sad taste of goodbye
It's a stage of life they say, but now I start to suspect
That love doesn't appear where romances abound

And I run so my own thoughts don't catch up with me
I have inside me a feeling-destroying machine
A perfect system for a sentimental fool like me
Who, out of fear of suffering, doesn't dare to go beyond honey and the moon

But the next afternoon, another face appears that makes me dream
Another reason to continue on my tragic journey towards loneliness
I'm a champion of one hundred-meter sprints, a good quarter-mile horse
A profession that in the long run ruins your life

And I run so my own thoughts don't catch up with me
I have inside me a feeling-destroying machine
A perfect system for a sentimental fool like me
Who, out of fear of suffering, doesn't dare to go beyond honey and the moon

And I run so my own thoughts don't catch up