Muñeca Rota

Life was a party until you hit thirty,
Now you're paying the price...
In a state of constant unconsciousness,
Looking for the opportunity to step forward,
With nothing to stop you.

You dove headfirst into the hole
Without thinking twice,
From bed to bed, from mouth to mouth.
Now I can't hide my pain seeing you like this, so fragile,
Like a broken doll.

The night was the paper where you wrote
Your best fantasies.
The hours dragged on and the days...
The days didn't exist.
I found you one early morning with your heart on fire,
Defying the world with the edge of a glass.
And right at that moment I sensed
That you were going to end up like this,
Like a broken doll.

You mastered the art of running forward perfectly,
More than one left their bones trying to follow the trail
Of your wandering path.
Life spins like a roulette wheel,
It seems now it's your turn
To wait in a corner for someone to want to play with you again,
Broken doll.

Time was not very gentlemanly,
Neither beauty nor money,
And with the noon light, that joy slowly faded away
Damn treacherous sun.
Every time your song plays, I remember that bitter
Taste of defeat.
There's always a story of a defeated man behind
Every broken doll.