Princesa - Joan Manuel Serrat

Tú no, princesa

Tú eres distinta

No eres como las demás

Chicas del barrio

Así los hombres te mira como te miran

Así murmura el envidioso vecindario

Tú no, princesa, tú no

Tú eres la rosa

Que fue a nacer entre cardos

Como revancha

A un arrabal despiadado

En donde el día

Se ocupa de echar por tierra toda esperanza

Tú no has de ser consumida

Como la vida

Pasó de largo

Maltratada y mal querida

Sin ver cumplida

Ni una promesa

Le dice mientras cepilla el pelo

De su princesa

Tú no, princesa, tú no

Tú no has nacido

Para pasar las fatigas

Que yo pasé

Sacandole al dobladillo

A un miserable

Salario que no alcanza

A fin de mes

Tú no, princesa, tú no

Por dios te lo juro

Tú no andarás de rodillas

Fregando pisos

No acabaras hecha un zarrio

Como tu madre

Cansada de quitar mierda

Y de parir hijos

Tú saldrás de esta cochambre

De muertos de hambre

Ya me imagino

La cara de las vecinas

Cuando aparezcas

En limusina

A por esta vieja

Le dice mientras cepilla el pelo

De su princesa

Tú no, princesa, tú no

Vuelve temprano

Y la sigue un paso atrás hasta la calle

Planchandole con la palma

De la mano

Una arruga que el vestido le hace en el talle

Y como quien ve a la virgen

Subir al cielo

La ve alejarse

Camino a su primer casting

Para un anuncio

En televisión

La nena vale

La nena estudia

Danza moderna

Y declamación

not you princess

you are different

you are not like the others

neighborhood girls

That's how men look at you the way they look at you

So mutters the envious neighborhood

Not you, princess, not you

you are the rose

That she was born among thistles

as revenge

To a ruthless suburb

where the day

It deals with shattering all hope

You are not to be consumed

like life

passed by

Mistreated and badly loved

without seeing fulfilled

not a promise

She tells him as she brushes her hair

of his princess

Not you, princess, not you

you were not born

To pass the fatigue

that I passed

taking out the hem

to a miserable

Salary that is not enough

At the end of the month

Not you, princess, not you

By God I swear

You will not walk on your knees

scrubbing floors

You will not end up made a zarrio

Like your mother

Tired of taking shit

And to give birth to children

You will get out of this mess

of starving

Already I imagine it

The faces of the neighbors

when you show up

in limousine

for this old

She tells him while brushing her hair

of his princess

Not you, princess, not you

Come early

And he follows her one step back to the street

Ironing him with the palm

hand in hand

A wrinkle that her dress makes in her waist

And like someone who sees the virgin

climb to heaven

He watches her walk away

On the way to his first casting

for an ad

In TV

the girl is worth

the girl studies

Modern dance

and declamation