Lloran Mis Muñecas

My dolls cry, they cry
because there is nothing left
of a girl in me
you stole my innocence
believing in your promises
I can't even believe in myself
and my dolls will only stop crying
when I stop thinking of you ...

My dolls cry, they cry
in solitude and in the same
room
where I heard fairy tales
and your hands enchanted me
and in woman your body turned me.

And my dolls will only stop crying
when I stop thinking of you.
And my dolls will only stop crying
when I stop thinking of you.
And my dolls will only stop crying
when I stop thinking of you.

When the whole sea doesn't fall
from your silence,
when the stone of your heart
doesn't hit me again,
when your presence without being there
can't erode my body.

They cry,
they cry,
my dolls cry rivers of my heart!
and little by little I empty
the blood that loved you ...

They cry,
they cry,
my dolls cry red threads dripping at my
feet!
that are turning into ribbons
of a red cloak in which
I will sleep ...

My dolls bleed
open
from where the butterflies come out
that formed my crazy soul
that drop by drop leaves me alone.

My dolls cry, they cry
since I know I won't be happy
and I understood that my
hope
clung to nothing
and that you won't be for me ...

And my dolls will only stop crying
when I stop thinking of you.
And my dolls will only stop crying
when I stop thinking of you.
And my dolls will only stop crying
when I stop thinking of you,
when I stop thinking of you,
when I stop thinking of you
when I stop thinking ...