Gloria Trevi
Miscellaneous
My dolls cry
My dolls cry, they cry
because there is nothing left of
girl in me
You stole my innocence
by believing in your promises
I can't even believe in myself anymore
and my dolls will only stop crying
when don't think about you...
My dolls cry, they cry
in solitude and in the same
room
where I heard stories about
and your hands me They loved them
and your body
returned to me as a woman.
And my
dolls will only stop crying
when I no longer think about you.
And only my
dolls will stop crying
when I no longer think about you.
And only my
dolls will stop crying
when I no longer think of you.
When the whole sea
of your silence does not fall on me,
when the stone of your
heart
does not fall on me strike again,
when your presence without being
cannot
my body erode.
They cry,
they cry,
they cry my wrists cry
br/>red rivers of my heart!
and little by little I empty myself
of the blood that loved you...
They cry,
they cry,
my ones cry dolls cry
red threads dripping from my
that become ribbons
of a red cloak in which
I will sleep...
My wrists bleed ;open eyes
from which come the
butterflies
that made up my crazy soul
that drop by drop leaves me alone.
My wrists cry , they cry
since I know that I will no longer be
and I understood that my
hope
clung to nothing
and that you will not be for me ...
And my
wrists will only stop crying
when I no longer think about you.
And only my
wrists will stop crying ;ecas
when I no longer think of you.
And only my
dolls will stop crying
when I no longer think of you,
when I no longer think of you,
when I no longer think of you
when I no longer think...