A slow-tempo melody. The languorous and sensuous lines of the vocal melody of this song are intertwined with piano and saxophone lines. The saxophone refrain is reminiscent of Sting's Englishman in New York.
The song lyrics (Spanish) speak of the thirst for a love that is long gone.
The thirst of lovers and the cold of winter, the night that always passes over your body. Your lips, two sailboats anchored to my pillow. The fury of your kisses and the fear in your gaze. Paper princess, where did you go to find another love of streamers, to wake up with tangos to the moon, to dry your hair with the rain, with the rain? Luck on my knees and the book of your absence, the street that steals my step on the sidewalk, a bar, a verse, a wine, and your farewell from a port. Ghosts that take us out into smoke and silence. Paper princess, where did you go, to find another love of streamers, to wake up with tangos to the moon, to dry your hair with the rain, with the rain? The shadows with their dresses, of sand and return, the dust of a poem split in your mirrors, moons on the asphalt, cities in the air, footprints in memory, leaves brought by the afternoon. Paper princess, where did you go to look for another love of streamers, to wake up with tangos to the moon, to dry your hair with the rain, with the rain?
La sed de los amantes
y el frío del invierno,
la noche que transita
siempre sobre tu cuerpo.
Tus labios dos veleros
anclados a mi almohada.
La furia de tus besos
y el miedo en tu mirada.
Princesa de papel,
¿dónde te fuiste
a buscar otro amor de serpentina
a despertar con tangos a la luna,
a secarte la melena con la lluvia
con la lluvia?
La suerte de rodillas
y el libro de tu ausencia,
la calle que me roba
tu paso en la vereda,
un bar, un verso un vino,
y tu adiós desde un puerto.
Fantasmas que nos sacan
al humo y al silencio.
Princesa de papel,
¿dónde te fuiste,
a buscar otro amor de serpentina,
a despertar con tangos a la luna
a secarte la melena con la lluvia,
con la lluvia?
Las sombras con sus trajes,
de arenas y regreso,
el polvo de un poema
hendido en tus espejos,
lunas sobre el asfalto,
ciudades en el aire,
huellas en la memoria,
hojas que trae la tarde.
Princesa de papel,
¿dónde te fuiste
a buscar otro amor
de serpentina,
a despertar con tangos a la luna,
a secarte la melena con la lluvia,
con la lluvia?