Princesa [English translation]

Not you, princess, you're different.

You're not like the other girls of suburb

That's how the men look at you that way

That's how the neighborhood murmurs with envy.

Not you, princess, not you. You're the rose

who was born among thistles as a revenge

to a heartless suburb where the day

takes charge in destroying any hope.

You won't be consumed,

like life passed by.

Mistreated and disliked

without seeing a single promise kept.

She says while brushes the hair

of her princess.

Not you, princess, not you. You weren't born

to suffer the fatigues I suffered

taking off to a miserable's turn-up

an income that can't make ends meet.

Not you, princess, not you: I swear for God

you won't end on your knees mopping floors,

you won't end like a rag like your mother

tired of cleaning shit and giving birth.

You'll get out of this filth

of starving people. I imagine now

the faces of the neighbors

when you appear in a limousine

for this old woman.

She says while brushes the hair

of her princess.

Not you, princess, not you; come back soon...

And she follows her one step behind to the street

ironing with the palm of the hand

a wrinkle that the dress does in her waist.

And as who sees the virgin

going to heaven, she sees her walking away

going to her first casting

for a television ad

The girl worth it, the girl studies

modern dance and declamation.