Niña Azul
Nena Daconte
Blue Girl
No pain, blue girl.
No pain, gray girl.
No need to juggle on top of the train car.
And if when you land on your feet you feel like a glass puppet,
that someone moves carelessly to the beat of their ambition.
Let it flow.
Let it go.
No pain, blue girl.
No pain, gray girl.
No need to juggle on top of the train car.
And if when you reach the rainbow you see there’s nothing behind.
If your shoes melted on a concrete floor.
Leave them behind.
Let them go.
No pain, blue girl.
No pain, gray girl.
No need to juggle on top of the train car.
May your desire to dream not fade with time.
May those who taught you to fly not be left behind.
Under the blue sky, the waves of the sea.
Under the blue sky, the waves of the sea.
No pain, blue girl.
No pain, gray girl.
No need to juggle on top of the train car.
If walking with your eyes down gives you a little more.
If your knees get dirty from begging so much.
Stop waiting.
Stop waiting.
Under the blue sky, the waves of the sea.
Under the blue sky, the waves of the sea.
Under the blue sky, the waves of the sea.
