Historia de Un Cantante Vacio

Since he was a child he dreamed of being famous and successful
And travel the whole world with his song
He always saw in his mind, the crowd around
For fame instead he always fought

He wanted to hit and win a million
And have respect and position
And I achieved it

Yesterday he was in Paris
He sang more than eighty thousand before
He says he is doing very well and is living his dream today

Now you can chat
He even goes to dinner sometimes
With the stars of whom I was once just another fan

I know I'm not the same as yesterday and I'm what I always dreamed of
Uuh! How I enjoy fame
Women, fortune and people acclaim me

His latest album has already sold out
More than he imagined
And backwards messages included

And as fashion is time
Marry twice or three times
So he's broken a couple of hearts

His nose job made world news
But no one knows how he cries in loneliness

He no longer has privacy
He longs to be someone normal
Sometimes he wishes he was just a fan again

Walk with the stars that
Before in magazines you could see
He knows that they are only human as much as he is

I looked on the street, he was dressed in fashion
Pretty girls and stuff
(They couldn't fill it)
Although dancing and enjoying dress me, I am still sad
(Even if he smiles while singing)
Stardom will make me happy, that's what I thought, isn't it?
(There is a lake further inside)
Even though people surround me, I feel alone
How to fill me out, what is the way?

At a slow pace I feel like I'm dying
Inside and the suffering kills me
Fame, wool is what I longed for and I realize that it is nothing
I know that fortune has only made me recognize
That there is something more valuable than money and pleasure
How to know that there is a being that can change
The doubt I carry in my conduct
(Well) I prefer to be the way I was before
(Well) leaving the life of a singer
(Well) being able to have intimacy
Well, the neighborhood and my people are my happiness

Yesterday he was in Paris
(But in the end the emptiness returned)
He says he's doing very well
(What I appear to be is not always what you see)
Now you can chat
(I see that the emptiness is the same when speaking)
With the stars of whom I was previously just a fan

What good is it to man?
Gain all the goods of the world
And finally lose his soul
Tell me, what's the point?
It's of no use to you
It is the law of being
Isabelle, that's right