Esa Chica

How to imagine
That the brightest star
No one waits for her at the end of the show

That without the spotlights that enchant her
She is nothing more than a girl
With a dress and high-heeled shoes

And when she returns to the dressing room
She curls up in the hallway
And suddenly feels like a character without an author

So radiant in the magazines
And no one tells her
That she looks much better without makeup

How could she be so foolish
To forget what matters
The stars in a hotel don't give warmth

And every night in the mirror
She asks her reflection
Who are you and what have you done with the one I used to be

That slightly crazy girl
Who used to sing around the neighborhood
That very cheerful girl
With messy hair
She didn't carry in her pockets
More than the summer air
And now that she has everything
She spends the nights crying

Every time her smile
Appears in the news
What do they know she whispers and changes the channel

What do awards matter
Or how many sing her songs
If among all those thousands you're not there

She would trade her crown
For her old sneakers
And running she would wait for you again at your doorstep

That slightly crazy girl
Who used to sing around the neighborhood
That very cheerful girl
With messy hair
She didn't carry in her pockets
More than the summer air
And now that she has everything
She spends the nights crying
Because she misses every day
Everything she loved the most
Staying up late with her guitar
And waking up to your smile

Being happy with so little
Going unnoticed
She no longer wants to be a princess
Simply that slightly crazy girl
Who used to sing around the neighborhood
That very cheerful girl
With messy hair
She chose to be the princess
Of the land of lies
Listen well to what I tell you

Because I am that girl