Dolores Se Llamaba Lola

You were the girl in blue
In the convent school
Socks and pigtails
And you were crazy about Paco
Exams and summers
Holidays... And Paco
Neither the memory of his shadow
Nor the smell of his tobacco

You are Andres' girl
And you have been with so many
You are the modern girl
Who has never broken a plate
Lola, daddy's girl
Doesn't work, just passes the time
Bars, pubs, and discos
And so the years fly by

The turns life takes
Destiny mocks you
Where are you going, lost bullet, where
Are you sad for yourself
Where are you going, sad for yourself

The good times are gone
Youth has already escaped
Dad died ruined
The money vanished
Poor!. He's on the street
Never knew how to do anything
Now he burns his life
At the American bar from 7 to 3

Her name was Lola
She walks the streets until 6
Because without money in this land
Oh, Dolores! To the brothel
You were the girl in blue
Now you're the old green
How life behaves!
When you're worth what you have!

The turns life takes
Destiny mocks you
Where are you going, lost bullet, where
Are you sad for yourself
Where are you going, sad for yourself