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In its glass tower
Above the national bank
Lives the prince of the city
Admired by others
Envied is normal
With the Success in his hands
Who could ask for more
He is a good negotiator
And a charming play-boy
Favourite of social logic
Four yachts, three Van Goghs
And in the parking lot: two Rolls Royces
And in his heart a hole
That he can't quite close
And in his eyes that go crazy to the ladies
And that now she always hides behind her glasses
Nostalgia colors her pupils
And she paints a watercolor on her
Of moments with her
Oh, love, you stole my heart
And although I already have everything
I am a poor beggar
Because I don't have your love
Oh, love, you have taken my reason
And although no one understands it
Now nothing interests me
Because I don't have your love
In the glass prison
About the National Bank
The prince of the city dies
No one can understand
He doesn't care about anything anymore
And those who knew him
They no longer know what to think
Cloistered there Up in his home
You can always see him in front of the window
And he makes X rays at the streets
And he looks for her among the people
And he waits for her, in case she comes back
Oh love, you have stolen my heart
And although I already have everything
I am a poor beggar
Because I don't have your love
Oh love, you you have taken my reason
And although no one understands it
Now nothing interests me
Because I lack your love
Oh love, you have stolen my heart
I carry this love that condemns me so much
So deep in my veins
And although I already have everything I am
A poor beggar but of love
Nostalgia all the time
My heart accompanies me
I still miss you
And how I miss you, love
And although no one understands it now, nothing
I am more interested than your love
In the glass prison above
The national bank dies
The prince of the city