Habaneira da Fin

what I had today I don't have
what I was looking for I already lost
I'm competing with time
hurrying my end
what I had that I never had? love..., the condition
ambivalence of a star
that is losing its color.
my little curl, my thought
my little curl of my torments.
a woman who fades, who loses her love
an appearance of excess
with a tip to the waiter
I want to live in the shadows, be the one at the back door
if I have to be honest
I'll never be in your shadow again.