Déjenla

She came from the street, bad,
Today she arrived a little later,
No one came to pick her up,
She locked herself in her room,
And at dinner time,
The dinner got cold on her plate
And someone heard her cry,
Let her cry alone,
Let her with her pain,
No one but her will know how to heal,
All the sadness that love gives her
Let her suffer,
Someone doesn't love her anymore
At her age, it's so common to cry,
For a love that's gone, it's gone