Tampoco El Mundo Hace Las Cosas Demasiado Bien

With welcome wrinkles,
With the struggles of two people,
With expired vaccines,
With these lazy desires...

Not knowing what to give you,
Without the charm you thought,
Without the trains I told you about,
And without, yeah I know, much care in the fight...

I know I'm just the shadow of a yawn from a prince charming,
but all my disasters are short on health...
And if I'm a distant cousin of what I promised to be,
you know the world doesn't do things
too well either...

With my grumpy city attitude,
With some blank spaces,
Three or four pretenses,
and, without meaning to, these kisses with back pain...

I know I'm just the shadow of a yawn from a prince charming,
but all my demons are short on health...
And if I'm a poor relative of what I promised to be,
you know the world doesn't do things
too well either...

When forgetfulness asks for "a table for two"
let it be with champagne and no postscript.
Tell me, darling, how do I cross to your heart
with this retreating army?...

I know I'm just the shadow of the shadow of a prince charming,
but I swear my fears are short on health...
And if I'm a distant cousin of what I promised to be,
you know the world doesn't do things
too well either...