Princesa (Tributo a Serrat) - Los Secretos

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

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