Doña Rosita

It's Miss Rosita
The single virgin
Who’s always feeling down
From all the heartache.
Her boyfriend has left
Rosita is waiting
Dressed up and ready
Like a bride-to-be.
She's always waiting
For her love to show
And in front of the mirror
She waits and she waits,
Waiting for a kiss
That the air delivers
Looking out at the sea
Salty and wild.
They say he went
To a far-off land
Married someone else
And that he forgot her,
That he struck it rich
Counting his fortune,
"Forget him," they say,
"It's better to let go."
And they give her advice
And speak so plainly,
They lie a little
And laugh so much.
But Rosita waits
In front of her picture
Kept in rosemary
Inside the closet.
Today Rosita sews
All through the morning
Embroidering fine thread
On the white fabric
A name in gold
And a name in silver,
She’s sewing her trousseau,
The bed linens
For her virgin bed
Cold, immaculate
Her empty bed
With no one and nothing.
From her old bed,
A girl’s bed
Where Rosita
Cries for her hope.
"Don’t cry, Rosita
Save your life!"
Don’t cry, Rosita
You know it’s a lie,
All that they say
Is just envy talking,
That envy red
Green and yellow.
If the mailman comes
And brings you news
You’ll run to the street
You’ll run to tell it:
That your boyfriend wrote
That he’ll be back soon
That he loves you so much
And that he hasn’t forgotten.
If they say he’s dead
You know it’s a lie:
You know he’s alive
And that he hasn’t forgotten you.