Cuando Volverás
Ignacio Corsini
When Will You Return
Withered flower, sickly flower
Flower of luxury and pleasure, you're the lovely vampire
And the pale princess from that Musset verse
You're the goddess, you're the queen of the luxurious cabaret
However, your joy is the sickly cold laughter of an anemic woman
Like those butterflies that fly towards the light
Your little wings got burned among silks and champagne
For your crazy delusions, how many nights will you cry?
Remembering your little old lady and even that humble home
Who loves you? Who adores you, fallen flower from the rosebush?
Come back soon to your little home where your mommy is crying for you endlessly
Sad soul, wandering soul, who pushes you towards the fatal?
Today your mother calls for you and with tears she calls
When, when will you return?
