La Princesa de Usera
Desastre
The Princess of Usera
The girl from the bottom bunk
Left in pieces
From the San Fermín tracks
It was the last train that passed by there
From the days at the orphanage
She was aiming high
From the streets of Carabanchel
Where she played her big role
What were you looking for, princess
With your worn-out horse
In the streets of Usera
You’ll never arrive in a carriage
With your face all painted
And lips like strawberries
Admired for her skill
Dressed up like a boy
She ruled the hill
Quickly lifting
Any parked car
In front of La Celsa
The girl from the bottom bunk
Left my heart broken and scarred
Only I truly knew
Her longings, her dreams, and her joys
What were you looking for, princess
With your worn-out horse
In the streets of Usera
You’ll never arrive in a carriage
With your face all painted
And lips like strawberries
What were you looking for, princess
With your worn-out horse
In the streets of Usera
You’ll never arrive in a carriage
With your face all painted
And lips like strawberries
