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La niña que se perdió nunca más la conocí

por más que quiero pensar que se parece a ti.

Se fue en la niebla del sur sobre un venado de allá

iban moviendo sus alas rumbo al mar.

La niña que fui a buscar había perdido su luz

la lluvia decoloraba su sonrisa azul, su verde piel

su rostro de papier maché

su cuerpo que prodigaba con su negra fe,

su bella fe de dar amor

sin encontrar un alma que fuera igual.

La niña que regresó se parece a las demás

la esencia de su virtud se me ha quedado allá.

Ella no era la mejor

ni siquiera era feliz

pero era mi niña y siento que se me perdió.

The girl who was lost I never met her again

As much as I want to think that she looks like you.

She went in the mist from the south on a deer from there

They moved their wings towards the sea.

The girl I went to look for her had lost her light

the rain discolored her blue smile, her green skin

her papier mache face

her body of hers that she lavished with her black faith of hers,

her beautiful faith of her to give love

without finding a soul that was the same.

The girl who came back looks like the others

the essence of her virtue has stayed with me there.

she wasn't the best

she wasn't even happy

but she was my girl and I feel that she was lost to me.