Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Princesa, artist - Los Secretos. Album song 30 años, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.07.2009
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Princesa(original) |
Tú no princesa, tú no, tú eres distinta |
No eres como las demás chicas del barrio |
Así los hombres te miran, cómo te miran |
Así murmura envidioso el vecindario |
Tú no princesa, tú no, tú eres la rosa |
Que fue a nacer entre cardos como revancha |
Un … despiadado, un don del día |
Se ocupa de echar por tierra toda esperanza |
Tú no has de ver consumida como la vida pasó de largo |
Maltratada y malquerida, sin ver cumplida ni una promesa |
Me dice mientrás cepilla el pelo su princesa |
Tú no princesa, tú no, tú no has nacido |
Para pasar las fatigas que yo pasé |
Sacandole el dobladillo a un miserable |
Salario que no alcanza al fin de mes |
Tú no princesa, tú no, por Dios lo juro |
Tú no andarás de rodillas fregando pisos |
No acabarás hecha un zarrio como tu madre |
Cansada de quitar mierda y de parir hijos |
Tú no saldrás … y muertos de hambre |
Ya me imagino la cara de las vecinas cuando aparezcas |
En mi … por esta vieja … |
Tú no princesa, tú no, vuelve temprano |
Y la sigue un paso atrás hasta la calle |
Planchándole con la palma en la mano |
Una arruga que el vestido le hace en el talle |
(translation) |
You are not princess, you are not, you are different |
You are not like the other girls in the neighborhood |
This is how men look at you, how they look at you |
This is how the neighborhood murmurs enviously |
You are not princess, you are not, you are the rose |
Who was born among thistles as revenge |
A... ruthless, a gift of the day |
It deals with shattering all hope |
You must not see consumed as life passed by |
Mistreated and ill-loved, without seeing even a promise fulfilled |
He tells me while brushing his princess's hair |
You are not princess, you are not, you were not born |
To pass the fatigues that I passed |
Hemming a wretch |
Salary that is not enough at the end of the month |
Not you princess, not you, to God I swear |
You will not be on your knees scrubbing floors |
You will not end up made a zarrio like your mother |
Tired of removing shit and giving birth to children |
You will not go out … and starving |
I can already imagine the face of the neighbors when you appear |
In my… for this old… |
Not you princess, not you, come back early |
And she follows her one step back to the street |
Ironing with palm in hand |
A wrinkle that her dress makes in her waist |