Deséame Suerte - Vetusta Morla

The carousel goes off out after another carnival
Paper cones litter the floor
The carousel goes off, it leaves the city

And what comes next? I do not know where to return
The aurora left me at the feet of myself
No top to ascend, no note on the pages

I am what you see, I am a sign
I do not recognize my own ID card
I am what you see, only the beginning
I'm looking for the reins of a new steed

It has been magical
It has been magical
Having arrived here without a single talisman
Lost the fork I'm left with the bite

I am what you see, I am a sign
I do not recognize my own ID card
I am what you see, only the beginning
I'm looking for the reins of a new steed

We all need someone to cover us
Sometimes an applause, sometimes a judge
We all need light in the gloom
And an honest villain to believe in

The carousel goes off
The carousel goes off
Wish me luck

I am what you see,
Only the beginning
I keep under my sleeve the ace that I found
Honey days, afternoons that light up
I have the reins of a new steed
Of a new steed
Of a new steed
Of a new steed