Princesa - Fondo Flamenco

Su mejilla dibuja color rojo sangre, las manos de aquel pobre desesperado,

princesa que ya no sabe lo que hacer y que ha perdido el rumbo

y ha naufragado en un mar de dudas de muerte y de locura, en lo mas profundo de su alma guarda a oscuras, si quiero de inocencia convertido en amargura.

Y ya no vive si no es a su lado nunca sale y el decide que ropa se pone pero

piensa que eres libre, no mereces esto y solo tienes que decirle,

que alguna vez…

Que quieres ser feliz, que no eres su criada y que esto ha llegado hasta aqui,

lo vuestro se ha acabado ya no volveras a sentir las garras de su mano

Que quieres ser feliz, que no eres su criada y que esto ha llegado hasta aqui,

lo vuestro se ha acabado ya no volveras a sentir, las garras de su mano cuando

est?

cerca de ti…

No te preocupes por tus hijos que te quieren, ellos ya saben que a su lado

estaras siempre, y aunque les duela tienen que entenderte y que esta vida no es manera

Lava su ropa plancha su camisa y toda humillacion es poca cuando en algo falla

cuando en algo se eqivoca es afortunada si una noche no le toca y gritale…

Que quieres ser feliz, que no eres su criada y que esto ha llegado hasta aqui

lo vuestro se ha acabado ya no volveras a sentir las garras de su mano

Que quieres ser feliz que no eres su criada y que esto ha llegado hasta aqui lo vuestro se ha acabado ya no volveras a sentir las garras de su mano cuando est?

cerca de ti No te mereces este sufrimiento las marcas del fracaso recorren tu cuerpo,

se valiente que este es tu dia podria ser el ultimo o el primero de tu nueva

vida…

Que quieres ser feliz, que no eres su criada y que esto ha llegado hasta aqui,

lo vuestro se ha acabado ya no volveras a sentir las garras de su mano…

Que quieres ser feliz, que no eres su criada y que esto ha llegado hasta aqui,

lo vuestro se ha acabado ya no volveras a sentir las garras de su mano cuando

est?

cerca de ti…

His cheek draws blood red, the hands of that poor desperate,

princess who no longer knows what to do and that she has lost her way

and she has been shipwrecked in a sea of ​​doubts of death and madness, in the depths of her soul she keeps her in the dark, if I want of innocence turned into bitterness.

And he no longer lives if she is not by his side, she never goes out and he decides what clothes he wears but

he thinks you're free, you don't deserve this and you just have to tell him,

That sometime…

That you want to be happy, that you are not his maid and that this has come this far,

what is yours is over, you will no longer feel the claws of his hand

That you want to be happy, that you are not his maid and that this has come this far,

yours is over you will no longer feel the claws of his hand from him when

its T?

near you…

Do not worry about your children who love you, they already know that by their side

you will always be there, and although it hurts them they have to understand you and that this life is no way

He washes his clothes, irons his shirt and all humiliation is little when something fails.

when she makes a mistake she is lucky if one night she doesn't touch her and yells at her...

That you want to be happy, that you are not his maid and that this has come this far

what is yours is over, you will no longer feel the claws of his hand

That you want to be happy that you are not his maid and that this has come this far, yours is over and you will no longer feel the claws of his hand when he is there?

close to you you do not deserve this suffering the marks of failure run through your body,

be brave that this is your day could be the last or the first of your new

lifetime…

That you want to be happy, that you are not his maid and that this has come this far,

Yours is over and you will no longer feel the claws of his hand from him...

That you want to be happy, that you are not his maid and that this has come this far,

yours is over and you will no longer feel the claws of his hand from him when

its T?

near you…