Monica
Manuel Mijares
Monica
Now, the fourteen come into view
Now, among red poppies
That for the first time
Awaken in your bed
From today, once a month
Your body undresses in the mirror
Hips growing rounder
And the warm butterflies
In your chest standing tall
You’re already a woman, look at yourself well
You’re already a woman
The streets go wild after you
When they see you appear at the door
Monica
Take it easy, there’s a lot of life ahead
Breathe, no need to rush
Dawn before the day
Love can wait
You’re already a woman, look at yourself well
You’re already a woman
The streets go wild after you
When they see you appear at the door
Monica
Monica
Monica
Monica