Más Guapa Que Cualquiera (part. Fito Paez)

Her name was Solitude and she was alone
Like a port battered by the waves
She collected sad butterflies
Addresses of streets that don't exist

But she had the whim to play
To make an exception with me
And first, we went dancing
And in the middle of an I love you, she forgot me

From Hope she had nothing but the name
She who expected nothing from men
She collected unhappy loves
Mutilated lead soldiers

But one night she wanted to check
What a heart is for
And lit a cigarette and another
Like all hope vanished

That's why, when time summarizes
And dreams seem like nightmares
That perfume returns
From yellowed photos

And, even though I know she wasn't
The prettiest in the world
I swear she was prettier
Prettier than anyone

Her name was Immaculate that whore
Who cured the measles of the recruits
She collected summer clouds
Tulle veils gnawed by worms

But she wanted to fall in love with herself
Like an ordinary blonde
And for me to take her out of the
Street of loveless kisses

And, a thousand years later, when other cats
Disrupt my nights of madness
I recall those moments
Of clumsy heats

And, even though I know she wasn't
The prettiest in the world
I swear she was prettier
Prettier than anyone
Prettier than anyone
Prettier than anyone