Ama de Casa Un Poco Triste

You spend your days always through the window
Dreaming of time, sometimes sweeping half-heartedly
Very early, you've prepared breakfast
And now you have to hurry through them one by one
Go to the market to fight with the merchant
Come back loaded, with a thousand tasks ahead
Stop for a moment, to observe the spring
Knowing well that your kingdom is not outside
Leaving your hands among the dishes and sorrows
Anxiously waiting for the soap opera hour
Go out to the patio and chat with the neighbor
About some gossip about her husband at the bar
Bathe the children, as they arrive looking pitiful
And then you have to go prepare dinner
The days play that you are a drawing
Of a memory that you interpreted as a spell
Now tired, maybe quite annoyed
The moment comes when you don't want to know anything anymore
You pass the hours with always the same horizons
Time traps you with its ailments and its evils
You spend your days between the house and the family
Proudly watching how your Cecilia has grown
And you never knew, that there was a time you lost
To be more than a little sad housewife