Princesa

Her cheek draws blood red
The hands of that poor desperate
Princess who no longer knows what to do
And has lost her way

And has shipwrecked in a sea of doubts of death and madness
In the deepest part of her soul she keeps in the dark
A seed of innocence turned into bitterness

And she doesn't live if not by his side, never goes out
And he decides what clothes to wear but thinks you are free
You don't deserve this and you just have to tell him
That sometime

That you want to be happy
That you are not his servant and that this has come to an end
Yours is over, you will no longer feel the claws of his hand

That you want to be happy
That you are not his servant and that this has come to an end
Yours is over, you will no longer feel
The claws of his hand when he is near you

Don't worry about your children who love you
They already know that you will always be by their side
And even if it hurts them, they have to understand you
And that this life is not the way

Wash his clothes, iron his shirt
And any humiliation is not enough when something goes wrong
When he makes a mistake, she is lucky if one night he doesn't touch her and shout

That you want to be happy, that you are not his servant
And that this has come to an end, yours is over
You will no longer feel the claws of his hand

That you want to be happy, that you are not his servant
And that this has come to an end, yours
Is over, you will no longer feel the claws
Of his hand when he is near you

You don't deserve this suffering, the marks
Of failure run through your body
Be brave, this is your day, it could be
The last or the first of your new life

That you want to be happy, that you are not his servant
And that this has come to an end
Yours is over, you will no longer feel the claws of his hand

That you want to be happy, that you are not his servant
And that this has come to an end
Yours is over, you will no longer feel the claws
Of his hand when he is near you