Mujer Que Te Peinas

Woman who combs your hair as the morning
In every window peeks without sun
Facing the mirror in your room
Contemplating the reflection with disillusionment
Having the strange sensation of sadness
In the one that begins with this song

You comb your hair leisurely in the meantime
Outside the street awaits you on the concrete
Distant from your heart.

Woman who gets lost thinking dazed
That you have turned your life into a heavy disguise
On the way to work under the sky you go
With the ground beneath and the soul behind
Feeling alone among all those people
Who see indifferently behind a mask

Woman whose divine eyes shine
Will your destiny be that of a shooting star
Shining in the darkness
Night will come
Dreams of a tomorrow
With a different dawn
And like a reproach your desires will return
Awakening in the corners
Of your skin.

Woman who combs your hair as the morning
In every window peeks without sun
Facing the mirror in your room
Contemplating the reflection with disillusionment
Broken little doll, sad is your porcelain
You will see that tomorrow will be a better day
Let the notes of your beautiful laughter sing
Perfume the breeze around you
With your presence of a flower.