Cosas mías (en inglés)

My stuff, what does it matter
Fantasies that come and go
They’re fixations of age that will pass by

My stuff, what does it matter
Nonsense that doesn’t go anywhere
Boldness of age that will pass by

You see, I’m feeling you like I feel today
You see, although you don’t understand me, I am how I am

My stuff, what does it matter
Happiness that won’t last
Utopias of age that will pass by

You see, I’m feeling you like I feel today
You see, although you don’t understand me, I am how I am

Hey, I’m loving you without a motive, without an excuse and without reason
Hey, I’m desiring you and you want to rent my heart My stuff, what does it matter
Fantasies that come and go
They’re fixations of age that will pass by

You see, I’m feeling you like I feel today
You see, although you don’t understand me, I am how I am

My stuff, what does it matter
Nonsense that doesn’t go anywhere
Boldness of age that will pass by

My stuff, what does it matter
Fantasies that come and go
They’re fixations of age that will pass by
My stuff

My stuff, what does it matter
Fantasies that come and go
They’re fixations, they’re fixations