La Niña
Lila Downs
The Girl
From early on, the girl prays
So her day isn't so long
And with the morning light
She cleans up her chores
She closes her eyes to avoid looking at herself
Because in the mirror she's noticing
That her work is wearing her out
And it's because her saint is resting
Every day, every hour
In that foam of her sorrows
Nails and flesh, sweat and strength
All her effort, all her dreams
Are staying in her memories
In the memory of her desires
Oh, black mane, sad face, Rosa Maria
Searching you live your days and nights for a way out
That a Sunday frees you from this hell of yours for your happiness
Maquiladora will only be a memory someday
And the harvest will be your own fruit someday
Someday
That your bosses be redeemed someday
And that humility turns into pride someday
And that you are equal to others someday
Someday
