Rompope Para Uno

Today I feel like Santa without reindeer
It sounds like glory, but this is sincere
Tomorrow is barely the twenty-fourth
I long for the end of the year

I set up the tree and even the nativity scene
Moss, ornaments, and the baby in the center
Why did I buy gifts
If I have no one to give them to?

Time for peace, time to forgive
But the one I loved the most, she hasn't forgiven me
Understand me, if I'm not in the mood
But until January comes, I remain in seclusion
Being a vile prisoner

It's almost time for the turkey
And she hasn't called me

Time for peace, time to give love
But it's no longer strange to me to be alone
Understand me, if I'm not in the mood to sing carols
I've hated them since I was a kid
Who will arrange the baby?