Y Llora
Hector El Father
And Cries
Sleep is interrupted by her alarm clock
Exhausted from the party of the previous night
Still with makeup on, which made her look better
But it didn't bring her love, What pain
So many weekends without being able to find
Among rains and taverns, someone who can value her
Every time Monday comes, she has to go to work
Without a partner and without morale, as she can't understand
That a man interested in something pure, something serious
Doesn't bring harassment, doesn't come with mysteries
Doesn't seek to get her drunk, to invade her dignity
That a man interested in a good partner
Doesn't seek to do whatever he wants with her in one night
Doesn't come seducing with words that are not true
Loaded with malice
And she cries, and cries, and cries, For being a woman
And yearns at all times, to have
a purpose in life
With the right to be loved
Someone who not only asks
And knows how to love her
And she cries, and cries, and cries, For being a woman
And yearns at all times, to have
a purpose in life
With the right to be loved
Someone who not only asks
And knows how to love her
When she receives her paycheck, she never waits to go
To the store that offers her the best to wear
Already wishing for the night, eager to go out
Desperate to feel, someone who makes her live
A countless number of nightclubs to choose from
Where she looks for a man interested in loving her
And although she opens her heart for someone to enter
They only reach her skin, as she needs to know
That a man interested in something pure, something serious
Doesn't bring harassment, doesn't come with mysteries
Doesn't seek to get her drunk, to invade her dignity
That a man interested in a good partner
Doesn't seek to do whatever he wants with her in one night
Doesn't come seducing with words that are not true
Loaded with malice
And she cries, and cries, and cries, For being a woman
And yearns at all times, to have
a purpose in life
With the right to be loved
Someone who not only asks
And knows how to love her
And she cries, and cries, and cries, For being a woman
And yearns at all times, to have
a purpose in life
With the right to be loved
Someone who not only asks
And knows how to love her
