The villerita shanty of can, cardboard and badge,
She puts some lipstick, brushes her hair
Blond hair just dyed
That, until yesterday, it was black.
High heels for deception
Short years, seventeen
She just turned.
Fly away from the nest,
Grandma's covered
Sweet dreams,
My sweet boy...
Fly, fly away dreaming of having one day;
That worthy bliss, like any other girl,
Those she sees in magazines and makes her envious,
Bad seed, lost bullet...
Fly, fly up high her ambitions;
Dreaming of find some solutions for her life
And banish all the misery from its corners
Roof and shelter without deprivations...
I saw you naked,
Your cold, shameless body
Beneath the coat.
And, in love
For two cents the same judge
Who has convicted you.
Supermarket
Selling kisses, pleassure and bliss
For a couple of pesos.
Twenty windows
Before the bridge, with very little light
On the highway...
Fly, fly up high, don't let them reach you;
Fly up high, don't let the vultures of mud reaches you,
Those who only pull the handcart,
Eight-fourty 1
Fly, fly away, if you want to change your life;
Fly away before night darkens your days
My little dove! Clipped dove!
Fly, fly up high, don't let them reach you;
Fly up high, don't let the vultures of mud reaches you,
Those who only pull the handcart,
Eight-fourty, we have to catch them!
My little dove! Clipped dove!
My villerita! My little dove!