Muñeca rota
Valeria Lynch
Broken Doll
First a doll dressed in long clothes
that walks and talks guided by your hands
then, when making me yours
cloth doll that endures everything
even an ungrateful love
And now a silly doll
one of porcelain
crying little doll
like the one my grandmother
kept very jealous
and one day I stole
and Bam!
Broken doll
heart in pieces for being foolish
for believing life is rosy
trying to put myself together I spend the hours
searching for my pieces in the shadows
heart in pieces for being foolish
for believing life is rosy
trying to put myself together I spend the hours
searching for my pieces in the shadows
Tomorrow when I find myself whole I will be the same again
but more cautious
because I love you so much that my skin doesn't reason, it can betray me...
and Bam!
Broken doll
heart in pieces for being foolish
for believing life is rosy
trying to put myself together I spend the hours
searching for my pieces in the shadows
heart in pieces for being foolish
for believing life is rosy
trying to put myself together I spend the hours
searching for my pieces in the shadows
heart in pieces for being foolish
for believing life is rosy
trying to put myself together I spend the hours
searching for my pieces in the shadows
Broken doll
and Bam!
