You've lost your magic, you've lost your breeze And what you meant so much to me You've lost your words, those pretty words Everything you used to hide yourself We know our mothers won't be in our wedding day But we don't care Never in Las Vegas, but in the old continent I can figure you carrying an elegant suitcase With a Swedish girl, a real blond hair girl You'll dance together with any music that the band plays But you know I just dance Spanish folk, and only in I'm drunk But you don't care, you never cared We both know you're still my muse, though I'll always hate the fact That you don't care