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Description
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.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ella sale tranquila con el alma enjaulada en la casa.
Se pasa los días en la plaza y cómo se maneja la brasa.
Él vendía pastillas y al llegar le regalaba flores para que ella no lo sospechara. Era un hombre sin ley, sin cojones.
Se enamora de un pobre que la lleva por los callejones, porque allí no se escuchan las voces, ni la rabia de él, ni los golpes.
Se enamora de un pobre que le compraba bolsos de Prada cada vez que le cruza la cara para que ella de nuevo perdone.
Ay, pobre niña, la mala vida se la llevó, la mala vida se la llevó.
Ay, pobre niña, la mala vida se la llevó, la mala vida se la llevó.
Cayó la primavera, pero ni siquiera puede verla. Hace tiempo no saben de ella.
Ese miedo le ha dejado huella.
Y es que ni a la ventana se asoma para que no la vean. Tiene los ojos tan apagados.
Una mirada que tanto anhela.
Se enamora de un pobre que la lleva por los callejones, donde allí no se escuchan las voces, ni la rabia de él, ni los golpes.
Se enamora de un pobre que le compraba bolsos de Prada cada vez que le cruza la cara para que ella de nuevo perdone.
Ay, pobre niña, la mala vida se la llevó, la mala vida se la llevó.
Ay, pobre niña, la mala vida se la llevó, la mala vida se la llevó.
Ella sale tranquila con el alma enjaulada en la casa. Se pasa los días en la plaza.
Ve cómo se maneja la brasa.
Él vendía pastillas y al llegar le regalaba flores para que ella no lo sospechara. Era un hombre sin ley, sin cojones.
English translation
She leaves calmly with her soul caged in the house.
He spends his days in the square and how the ember is handled.
He sold pills and when he arrived he gave her flowers so that she wouldn't suspect him. He was a man without law, without balls.
She falls in love with a poor man who takes her through the alleys, because there you can't hear his voices, nor his anger, nor the blows.
She falls in love with a poor man who bought her Prada bags every time he crossed her face so that she would forgive him again.
Oh, poor girl, the bad life took her, the bad life took her.
Oh, poor girl, the bad life took her, the bad life took her.
Spring has fallen, but he can't even see it. They haven't heard from her in a while.
That fear has left its mark.
And she doesn't even look out the window so they don't see her. His eyes are so dull.
A look that he longs for so much.
She falls in love with a poor man who takes her through the alleys, where the voices, his anger, and the blows cannot be heard there.
She falls in love with a poor man who bought her Prada bags every time he crossed her face so that she would forgive him again.
Oh, poor girl, the bad life took her, the bad life took her.
Oh, poor girl, the bad life took her, the bad life took her.
She leaves calmly with her soul caged in the house. He spends his days in the square.
See how the ember is handled.
He sold pills and when he arrived he gave her flowers so that she wouldn't suspect him. He was a man without law, without balls.