Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Niña , by - Lila Downs. Song from the album The Very Best Of, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2008
Record label: Capitol
Song language: Spanish
La Niña(original) |
| Desde temprano la niña reza |
| Pa’que su dia, no sea tan largo |
| Y con la luz de madrugada |
| Hace limpieza de sus encargos |
| Cierra los ojos pa’no mirarse |
| En el espejo se va notando |
| Su trabajo la esta acabando |
| Esque su santo esta en descanzo |
| Todos los dias todas las horas |
| En esa espuma de sus triztesas |
| Uñas y carne, sudor y fuerzas |
| Todo su empeño, todos sus sueños |
| Se van quedando en sus recuerdos |
| En la memoria de sus ahnelos |
| Hay melena negra carita triste rosa maria |
| Buscando vives tus dias y noches una salida |
| Que un domingo libra este infierno tuyo por tu alegria |
| Maquiladora solo un recuerdo sera algun dia |
| Y la cosecha tu propio fruto sera algun dia |
| Y a la desaparecida le haran justicia |
| Se hara algun dia |
| Un dia, un dia… |
| Hay melena negra carita triste rosa maria |
| Buscando vives tus dias y noches una salida |
| Que un domingo libra este infierno tuyo por tu alegria |
| Que redimidos sean tus patrones, sera algun dia |
| Y que la humildad se vuelva orgullo sera algun dia |
| Y que seas igual a los demas sera algun dia |
| Sera algun dia |
| Un dia, un dia… |
| (translation) |
| From early the girl prays |
| So that her day is not so long |
| And with the light of dawn |
| She cleans her errands |
| She closes her eyes to not look at herself |
| In the mirror she notices herself |
| Her work is finishing her |
| It is that her saint of hers is at rest |
| every day every hour |
| In that foam of their sadness |
| Nails and flesh, sweat and strength |
| All his efforts of her, all his dreams |
| They stay in your memories |
| In memory of his wishes |
| There is black hair, sad face, Rosa Maria |
| Searching you live your days and nights a way out |
| That one Sunday free this hell of yours for your joy |
| Maquiladora only a memory will be one day |
| And the harvest your own fruit will be one day |
| And they will do justice to the disappeared |
| It will be done some day |
| One day, one day... |
| There is black hair, sad face, Rosa Maria |
| Searching you live your days and nights a way out |
| That one Sunday free this hell of yours for your joy |
| May your bosses be redeemed, it will be one day |
| And that humility becomes pride will be one day |
| And that you are the same as others will be one day |
| It will be some day |
| One day, one day... |