Y Llora - Héctor El Father

Interrumpido queda el sueño por su despertador

Agotada por la fiesta de la noche anterior

Con maquillaje todavia, que la hacia ver mejor

Pero no le trajo amor, Hay que dolor

Tantos fines de semanas sin haber podido allar

Entre lluvias y tabernas quien la pueda valorar

Cada vez que llega el lunes tiene que ir a trabajar

Sin pareja y sin moral, pues no puede captar

Que un hombre interasado en algo puro en algo serio

No trae hostigamientos, no viene con misterios

No busca que se embriague, para invadir su dignidad

Que un hombre interasado en una buena compañera

No busca en una noche hacer con ella lo que quiera

No llega seduciendo con palabrerias que no son verdad

Cargadas de maldad

Y llora, y llora, y llora, Por ser mujer

Y añora a todas horas, poder tener

Un proposito en la vida

Con derecho a ser querida

Alguien que no solo pida

Y que la sepa querer

Y llora, y llora, y llora, Por ser mujer

Y añora a todas horas, poder tener

Un proposito en la vida

Con derecho a ser querida

Alguien que no solo pida

Y que la sepa querer

Cuando cobra la quincena nunca espera para ir

A la tienda que le ofresca lo mejor para vestir

Deseando ya la noche, bien ansiosa por salir

Desesperada por sentir, alguien que la haga vivir

Un sin numero de discotecas hay para escojer

Donde busca por un tipo interasado en su querer

Y aunque abre el corazon para que uno entre en el

Solo llegan a su piel, pues necesita saber

Que un hombre interasado en algo puro en algo serio

No trae hostigamientos, no viene con misterios

No busca que se embriague, para invadir su dignidad

Que un hombre interasado en una buena compañera

No busca en una noche hacer con ella lo que quiera

No llega seduciendo con palabrerias que no son verdad

Cargadas de maldad

Y llora, y llora, y llora, Por ser mujer

Y añora a todas horas, poder tener

Un proposito en la vida

Con derecho a ser querida

Alguien que no solo pida

Y que la sepa querer

Y llora, y llora, y llora, Por ser mujer

Y añora a todas horas, poder tener

Un proposito en la vida

Con derecho a ser querida

Alguien que no solo pida

Y que la sepa querer

Interrupted is the dream by his alarm clock

Exhausted from last night's party

With makeup still, which made her look better

But she didn't bring him love, there's that pain

So many weekends without being able to find

Between rains and taverns who can value it

Every time she comes on Monday she has to go to work

Without a partner and without morals, because she cannot grasp

That a man interested in something pure in something serious

It does not bring harassment, it does not come with mysteries

She does not want him to get drunk, to invade his dignity

That a man interested in a good companion

He does not seek in one night to do with her what he wants

She does not arrive seducing with words that are not true

loaded with evil

And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, for being a woman

And she yearns at all hours, to be able to have

A purpose in life

With the right to be loved

Someone who doesn't just ask

And that he knows how to love her

And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, for being a woman

And yearns at all hours, to be able to have

A purpose in life

With the right to be loved

Someone who doesn't just ask

And that he knows how to love her

When she collects the fortnight she never waits to go

To the store that offers you the best to wear

Looking forward to the night, very anxious to go out

Desperate to feel, someone to make her live

There are no number of nightclubs to choose from

Where she looks for a guy interested in her love

And although she opens her heart so that one enters it

They only reach her skin from her, because she needs to know

That a man interested in something pure in something serious

She does not bring harassment, she does not come with mysteries

She does not want him to get drunk, to invade his dignity

That a man interested in a good companion

He does not seek in one night to do with her what he wants

She does not arrive seducing with words that are not true

loaded with evil

And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, for being a woman

And yearns at all hours, to be able to have

A purpose in life

With the right to be loved

Someone who doesn't just ask

And that he knows how to love her

And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, for being a woman

And yearns at all hours, to be able to have

A purpose in life

With the right to be loved

Someone who doesn't just ask

And that he knows how to love her