Ella Vive Sola

I...
If they saw her, ah...
She is beautiful...
How sad it is to see a rose wither...
And despite everything...
She does the impossible to keep her petals...

She lives alone
Sleeps alone
She holds a reason in her body
Capable of killing a man
And she cries, cries
And cries, cries

It's already night
And screaming and crying in the hospital room
A mother is heard giving birth, losing her vital signs
Doctors fought without being able to prevent
That a mother dies and only her daughter could be saved
Now in the hands of her father
Chaos is formed
Guilty, that her sexual innocence is disturbed
At 7 years old they already used her as a woman
Putting her little mouth where they shouldn't
Taking off her clothes
Touching her little legs
And she crying alone
Without knowing how to defend herself
Becoming a lady without finishing growing
Living in a hell without being able to believe it
Listen to me, God
And act through my voice
Protect them
Protect the children
Don't let the same thing happen to them as to her
Who keeps crying in silence to endure the pain

Sometimes she is who she is, but she lives hiding
She doesn't lack loneliness 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
How do you keep your face and smile the same
If you die, how do you keep your face and smile the same

She likes the good life
Hang out with her friends
In VIPs, dressing rooms, and long limousines
She looks like a model
Blue eyes
She has a big butt
And beautiful hair
Her childhood was turbulent and premature
At 15 she aborted her first child
She loves thugs
Dreams of being a soap opera actress or 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 have sold her dreams in heaps
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, Anita has AIDS
Who would have thought
That she came from such a good family
And behind her smile she would hide that 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
(AIDS...)

Last night she didn't sleep
Last night she was doing it
Now the life of whoever was with her is leaving
It's leaving...
Last night she didn't sleep
Last night she was doing it
Now the life of whoever was with her is leaving
It's leaving, it's leaving...
She lives alone
Sleeps alone
She holds a reason in her body
Capable of killing a man
And she cries, cries
And she cries, cries