Penelope

She was always a beautiful girl,
dreamed like every girl, every night of catching a star,
she is Penelope, her name matters to few,
it doesn't matter if her body is for sale and her skirt is short.
An ancient profession like injustice, and there's no cure,
every afternoon she wakes up, waiting for the city in the dark,
as she dresses, a small mirror whispers,
revealing wrinkles of bitterness, traces of a hard life.
She walks the street alert in the silence of an uncertain sidewalk,
she feels dead as a car approaches,
Penelope, you no longer wonder why,
even long ago AIDS stopped worrying you.
So much waiting doesn't let you remember who you were,
you lose track of time in that club on the outskirts,
little by little you begin to understand
that you're not half the woman you were yesterday.
Penelope.

(Chorus - Noe)

Penelope, with her brown skin fuzz,
and her high-heeled shoes,
waits on a corner,
she is Penelope.

(Nach)

I saw her in a supermarket, buying vegetables and fish,
no one noticed her when she passed by,
her silence in this time and her gaze in the past,
an adolescent passion with the wrong man.
The damage inflicted, the kiss turned out to be fake,
and her heart tamed, wounded, and lost,
he couldn't face his reality,
and escaped like a breath in the darkness.
And she was left alone with a baby and alone,
baby crying in the crib, nothing more important now.
Life changes but I won't change,
I'll fight for my baby, I'll manage,
I still trust in luck and joy too,
my head held high and I know everything will be fine.
If you give me the job, I'll be your representative,
I have endurance and a child to support,
don't tell me you need someone more elegant,
look, I'm not that teenage girl who sucks up to the manager.
I don't know if you understand, businessman,
that I need a salary, that I hardly have clothes or a wardrobe,
I don't know if you understand, commissioner,
how hard it is to be poor and get daily bread.
In the midst of tedium not being able to have,
not even a space to grow,
your friends who listen to you but, what can they do?,
they have enough with their lives and knowing how to solve them.
Lonely solitude in your stomach, strange days,
24 hours are not enough for any dream,
(no one else will hurt me), no one else will hurt you,
you won't have an owner, no matter how many years pass.
But Penelope chooses not to accept the outrage,
and still maintains the courage that this life demands,
a woman with drive that inspires tenderness and dreams,
a heart so big for such a small world.

(Chorus - Noe)

Penelope, with her brown skin fuzz,
and her high-heeled shoes,
waits on a corner,
she is Penelope