The rush of the heart
Is already big news
Hidden behind a diary
Changing opinions
The worst of the day
Is a few kilometers down South
From my comeback
From my Hello
But it's a gliding flight
In the worst Motel
Of this "carretera"
Of this carousel-life
It's a gliding flight
that nails us to the wall
like crucifixes
But how can I remember now?
I'm not a lady,
One with only stars in her destiny
I'm not a lady,
I'm a woman for whom the war
never ends
Oh, no, oh no...
I, who am a silver leaf,
Born from a tree that was swept here,
Who would like to chase the wind
But I never make it
Oh, how tiresome,
To fall just a meter to the side
From my misfortune
From my fear
It's a gliding flight
To be remembered here
For not knowing how to fly
But how can I remember now
I'm not a lady
But a woman
For whom the war
Never ends
I'm not a lady,
A woman with so many sings in her destiny
Oh, no, Oh, no,
I'm not a lady