Cuento Adolescente - Sergio Contreras

Que no estás sola, aquí me tienes

Ella es pequeña aún, ella no entiende, ella a su edad ya juega con adolescentes,

su madre suspira y to’las noches reza, que no le pase nada a mi hija,

mi pequeña,él me quiere mama,él me cuida,él nunca hará daño a esta niña que te

mira, pero es ley de vida, todas las madres llevan razón, al cabo de unos años

llega el dolor, ella llega a casa llora a escondidas, un predictor en la mano y

a la interperie su reputación, su madre la abraza con todas sus fuerzas

mientras le dice que no

«No estás sola, aquí me tienes prisionera de este cuento adolescente.

No estás sola, aquí me tienes prisionera de este cuento adolescente.

Pero yo se que tarde o temprano serás feliz.

No estás sola, aquí me tienes

prisionera de este cuento adolescente.

No estás sola, aquí me tienes prisionera

de este cuento adolescente.

Pero yo se que tarde o temprano serás feliz»

El embarazo pasaba y las miradas quemaban, dedos señalaban, mientras su ser

engendraba, estaba sola, había que salir pa’lante, con la cabeza alta y

orgullosa, con dos cojones, no te hizo falta nadie, ningún hombre, ningún macho,

ningún dueño de tu vida, ningún listo perro pa’criar a tu niña,

tu solita te bastaste de madre y padre hiciste a la vez, te admiro y te

respeto mujer, que grande eres, creciste más rápido que muchas otras mujeres,

ahora eres feliz, encontraste al hombre, te casaste y formaste una familia,

pusiste orden a una vida que puede ser de cualquiera, por eso todos mis

respetos amiga madre soltera

Pero yo se que tarde o temprano serás feliz

«No estás sola, aquí me tienes prisionera de este cuento adolescente,

no estás sola, aquí me tienes prisionera de este cuento adolescente.

Pero yo se que tarde o temprano serás feliz.

No estás sola, aquí me tienes

prisionera de este cuento adolescente, no estás sola, aquí me tienes prisionera

de este cuento adolescente.

Pero yo se que tarde o temprano serás feliz

That you are not alone, here you have me

She's still little, she doesn't understand, at her age she already plays with teenagers,

her mother sighs and every night she prays that nothing happens to my daughter,

my little girl, he loves me mom, he takes care of me, he will never hurt this girl who loves you

look, but it is the law of life, all mothers are right, after a few years

the pain arrives, she arrives home she cries secretly, a predictor in her hand and

her reputation, her mother embraces her with all her might

her while she tells him no

«You are not alone, here you have me a prisoner of this teenage story.

You are not alone, here you have me a prisoner of this teenage story.

But I know that sooner or later you will be happy.

You are not alone, here I am

prisoner of this teenage tale.

You are not alone, here you have me prisoner

of this teenage story.

But I know that sooner or later you will be happy»

The pregnancy passed and the looks burned, fingers pointed, while her being

she spawned, she was alone, she had to go forward, with her head held high and

proud, with two balls, you did not need anyone, no man, no male,

no owner of your life, no smart dog to raise your girl,

you alone you were enough of mother and father you did at the same time, I admire you and

respect woman, how great you are, you grew faster than many other women,

now you are happy, you found the man, got married and started a family,

you put order into a life that can belong to anyone, that's why all my

respects friend single mother

But I know that sooner or later you will be happy

«You are not alone, here you have me a prisoner of this adolescent story,

You are not alone, here you have me a prisoner of this teenage story.

But I know that sooner or later you will be happy.

You are not alone, here I am

prisoner of this adolescent story, you are not alone, here you have me prisoner

of this teenage story.

But I know that sooner or later you will be happy