Intro [que cante]

This is the story
Of a girl
Blessed with a gift
Wherever she went, they asked her please

(Let her sing!)

And she sang and she sang and she sang
And she sang

As the days went by, something in her broke
And now she sang in secret
Out of fear or shame
But they insisted with patience and fervor
Because the soul doesn't forget
A voice that touched it

(Let her sing!)

And she sang and she sang and she sang
And she sang

And it seems that little of the girl
Remained in that woman
Long lines, many figures
Making money with her voice
And she almost forgot
Why the hell she started
But at least it helped her
To cover up the pain

(Let her sing!)

And she sang and she sang and she sang
And she sang

And she sang and she sang and she sang
And she sang