Vida de Bailarina

Whoever opens the curtain
Of the life of a dancer
Will see full of horror
That deep in her chest
She harbors a shattered dream
Or the misfortune of a love

Those who buy desire
Paying for love in retail
Keep talking without knowing
That she is forced to deceive
Not living to dance
But dancing to live

That she is forced to deceive
Not living to dance
But dancing to live