¿Quién mató a Carmencita? [English translation]

With her best dress well-ironed, she was going

shaking with anxiety, her tears ran

to the faraway howls of dogs and horns

the park was dark and the city slept.

Hardly fifteen years and her life was shriveled

the house crushed her and school bored her

her heart beat to the radio songs

the idols of the day dazzling her eyes.

The cold traffickers of dreams in magazines

which get fat and profit from the young

twist their longings and tell them lies

bottled happiness, love and fantasy.

Hardly fifteen years and her life was shriveled...

She fled, Carmencita died

in her temples the rose bled

it left to find its last illusion.

The girl ignored what poisoned her

that all those myths were irrelevant to her

to know that world of marijuana and pools

with Braniff International, to travel to happiness.

Her world was over there, beyond the Pila district

of crushed streets, full of hue and cry

her narrow and small house, helping in the kitchen

while she was dying, others were getting rich.

The newspapers said: cause unknown...