Pobre Niña

The melody sounds as if a sunny day is trapped within concrete walls. People are bustling about in the square, flowers and spring are nearby, but all of this remains behind glass, out of reach. The song tells the story of a girl with dull eyes who has learned to hide the traces of her pain behind a shopping bag and someone else's ‘I'm sorry.’

The contrast is sharp: the light rhythm seems to promise joy, but the words quietly slip in the cold truth - love becomes an excuse for bruises, and flowers become a screen for emptiness. The result is a strange paradox: the music dances, but inside everything pulls down, like a load that no one has helped carry for a long time.

And this leaves a feeling of piercing silence - the kind in which you can hear even spring passing by.