Sola
Los Enanitos Verdes
Alone
Alone, always alone
and with cotton balls
she wipes off her makeup
from another night of waiting
waiting in vain
Alone, she lives alone
and while she smokes and smokes
with the smoke, she draws up fake company
that aren’t even missed
Free, she lives free
but in her freedom
she longs to be chained to those loves
that she sees strolling on Sundays
She looks in the mirror
and asks for advice
was it luck or my fault?
I gave what I had
and I know, I wasn’t that cowardly
it’s already late afternoon
and if he’s not with me
it was a whim of fate
that she’ll look for another love
Alone, she lives alone
every morning she searches for another reason
to keep dreaming
and you see, she’s human
she fantasizes and despairs and prays to God like anyone else
She looks in the mirror
and asks for advice
was it luck or my fault?
I gave what I had
and I know, I wasn’t that cowardly
it’s already late afternoon
and if he’s not with me
it was a whim of fate
that she’ll look for another love
the ups and downs of life
I know that someday
you’ll come back saying
it was a whim of fate that she’ll look for another love
