Ella Vive Sola

Yo, if they saw her, man. She's beautiful
How sad it is to see a rose wither
And despite everything, she does the impossible to keep her petals

(Gustavo)
She lives alone, sleeps alone
Carries in her body a reason capable of killing a
man
And cries... cries... cries... cries...

(Polaco)
It's already night
Screaming and crying in a hospital room
You hear
A mother giving birth loses her vital sign
Doctors
Fought without being able to prevent
A mother from dying and could only save her daughter

Now in the hands of her father, chaos forms
Guilty of her sexual innocence being disrupted
At seven years old, they already used her as a woman
Putting her little mouth where they shouldn't
Taking off her clothes, touching her little leg
And she crying alone without knowing how to defend herself
Becoming a young lady without finishing growing up
Living in a hell unable to believe it
Listen to me God and act through my voice
Protect the children, take care of them
Don't let the same thing happen to them as to her
Who keeps crying in silence to endure the pain

(Gustavo)
Sometimes she is who she is but always lives hiding
She has plenty of reasons to be who she is
No one knows anything
No one accompanies her when she cries on her pillow
Sometimes she lives feeling like she's dying
If someone knows what it feels like to die little by little
Explain to them
How she manages to keep her face and smile the same
If she's dying
How she manages to keep her face and smile the same

(Lito)
She likes the good life
Partying with her friends
In VIP, dressing rooms, and long limousines
She looks like a model with sky blue eyes
She has a big butt and beautiful hair

Her childhood was turbulent and premature
At fifteen, she aborted her first child
She loves thugs, dreams of being a soap opera actress
Succeeding as a successful singer
She smokes weed occasionally, but she's not addicted
Her only ambition is the green ink
Those papers that show the faces of dead
presidents

She's still in her twenties
And they've sold her dreams by the dozen to use her
sexually
Poor young woman walking down a dead-end street
Dreamer, her future is a Pandora's box
In the eyes of men, she's a classy girl
And if they knew that at her young age the girl has AIDS
Who would say she came from such a good family
And behind her smile, she would hide her secret
If you felt her, you knew her, and didn't protect yourself
I'm sorry to be the one to tell you
Welcome to the world of AIDS

(Gustavo)
Last night she didn't sleep, last night she was doing it
Now the life of whoever was with her is slipping away, it's going away

Last night she didn't sleep, last night she was doing it
Now the life of whoever was with her is slipping away, it's going away, it's going away

She lives alone, sleeps alone
Carries in her body a reason capable of killing a
man
And cries... cries... cries... cries...