Amor En Vena

This victim arrived with her prettiest tiara
To pull back her hair and show her face of sorrow
Her destiny twisted and she prefers to fall asleep
With her legs well folded, never to leave

And her friends play tula, and she watches them without knowing them
Her two pupils melt and her heart goes to war

Doll without determination, little grace and no backbone
Lots of eczema, little affection, and a dad who hit her
Her walls are without Sun, and she prefers to fall asleep
And dream all the rays to make a song

To her friends to be able to sing it and share it without asking for anything
They mock her, go with boys, and question the price of the soul

On Sunday she will sell her whole life at the flea market
And almost every night she buys her death
Learned to contain, love is injected in vein
And one December afternoon she says goodbye without farewell

To her friends, now all quiet, to the broken park and the fairy tale
To the police sirens and a crazy dream they stole