Marilyn, La Cenicienta y Las Mujeres
La Máquina de Hacer Pájaros
Marilyn, Cinderella, and Women
Marilyn took too many pills yesterday
She had been left alone, she had been lied to
With a white skirt floating in the wind you see her
Above the subways she was born
And when we saw her die
Life came to tell us
This is not a game, crazy
We are trapped
That's why, burn in the will-o'-the-wisp
Bathe in the green place
But come back home soon
Safe and sound
Cinderella was never happy
She was always a mop turned princess
Women come into the world
Without knowing why
They also don't understand the meaning
And live in cages without Sun
And love with their hearts
This is not a game, baby, we are trapped
That's why burn in the will-o'-the-wisp
Bathe in the green place
But come back home soon
We all have a home
