Flores de Antro

If there are still
Where are they?
And where will they go?

Those who closed their eyes when kissing
Before love could be bought
Those who earned it, and were not from the jerk
With the most luxurious car they deliver
Their body for a photo on Instagram

Those who didn't need to show
More than a smile to fall in love
The women of yesterday, where are they?
When caresses weren't a master card

They are not worth, nor will they be worth
The flowers that are given
In clubs sent by a charlatan
With the smell of cigarettes and sex in mind

I'm disgusted by conceited princesses seeking attention
With a fake head hidden under extensions
I'm looking for a girl in Adidas and pants
I'm more about inner beauty than a rotten soul in heels

I'm looking for a warrior woman, not immature crybabies
Who take off their crown and put on their armor
Real kisses from a mouth that doesn't taste like paint
Crazy is looking for crazy to love each other madly

Where are those women?
Is there any exemplary one left?
Who is more about sunsets than partying all night
Who cares more about her judgment than her vanity
And instead of taking selfies, takes things seriously

Who loves the shine in the stars
Not the smell of a guy with a beard
Who is amazed by flowers
Not by cars or weapons
Who knows more literary authors than she has read
Than characters mentioned in songs

Women
Confident in themselves go smiling
And that makes them beautiful, not what they wear
Happy with life without morbidity or seduction
The shallow ones turn their butts up if they're not being watched

Because their egos inflate according to the compliments they hear
They depend on who whistles or their self-esteem goes down
So hollow is their head that they break it solving
The equation of what to wear from a closet full of outfits

I prefer a beautiful smile on a freckled face
With 5 likes and more at home than at the club
Today I'm looking for a woman, not a doll that's hollow
Flies tend to leave when the crap dries up

Because the popular one with huge tits and ass
Who cakes her face until it's deformed
Will always have a thousand men lining up
And it's obvious she won't be satisfied with just one boyfriend

If there are still
Where are they?
And where will they go?

Those who closed their eyes when kissing
Before love could be bought
Those who earned it, and were not from the jerk
With the most luxurious car they deliver
Their body for a photo on Instagram

Those who didn't need to show
More than a smile to fall in love
The women of yesterday, where are they?
When caresses weren't a master card

They are not worth, nor will they be worth
The flowers that are given
In clubs sent by a charlatan
With the smell of cigarettes and sex in mind