Que Cobarde
Agrupación Marilyn
What a Coward
They stole her smile
They stole her illusion
Not to be like all the other girls
Who fell asleep with a story
Damn the need
For which mom goes to work at night
One more night, leaving her with him
With her dad, who is not her dad
The light in the room has gone out
The girl prays that he won't come in again
Like every night, he gets into her bed
And threatens her, never to say anything
Please, don't touch me anymore
Can't you see I'm crying
Don't hurt me anymore
Yesterday afternoon, I told mom
And you made me angry and didn't want to listen
As always, no one listened to her
Another story turned into a song
Dedicated to all the girls
Who were abused and left with a bad memory
How cowardly that person is
What pleasure can they have
Abusing a girl
Whom they saw growing up
How cowardly that person is
What pleasure can they have
Abusing a girl
Whom they saw growing up
How cowardly that person is
What pleasure can they have
Abusing a girl
Whom they saw growing up
How cowardly that person is
What pleasure can they have
Abusing a girl
Whom they saw growing up
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Group, Marilyn
How cowardly that person is
What pleasure can they have
Abusing a girl
Whom they saw growing up
How cowardly that person is
What pleasure can they have
Abusing a girl
Whom they saw growing up
