Hey playback singer.
The crowd is no longer singing with you.
What you hear si someone else's voice, an you're the one singing along.
There's no wonder, no admiration. Just Inercia.
Not you, no more.
Hey playback singer
You are not fooling me anymore.
Lost your heart in a way I don't know.
Lost your soul, there's no feeling in your tone.
Forgot your moves maybe... I don't know.
There's no magic... no more... just mortal mistakes.
As we all end.
Hey you... playback singer.
¿Can you explain me why?
I no longer believe in your hand over the guitar.
For me fake can cover it all, if you are like that: a smiley man in front of the mic...
doing what I've done with the mirror.
No big deal, no more than human, like we all...
Like we all