Ricardo Arjona "La nena (Bitácora de un secuestro)" lyrics

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La nena (Bitácora de un secuestro)

La nana la despertó a las 6 con 42,La nena arruga los ojos pa que no entre la luz,Recita la oración de siempre para cumplir con dios,Acto seguido en el pecho se dibuja una cruz,De quien es el auto que espera dos cuadras al sur.

Armada con libros de texto la lleva el chofer,Mamá la despide en la puerta agitando los brazos,La nena tiene 9 años como iba a saber,Que hace mas de cuatro meses que le siguen los pasos,Y el auto que espera a dos cuadras enciende el motor.

Un tiro en la sien al chofer la nena va a la deriva,Un árbol detiene la inercia; ellos la tienen rodeada,Su frente dio contra el cristal y le ha abierto una herida,Los vecinos se encierran con llave nadie a visto nada,Y la mano que mato a su chofer ahora le opaca los gritos,La nena es un uno con ceros a partir de hoy.

La nena ya no arruga los ojos no ha visto la luz,En la sucursal del infierno no existen ventanas,Su suerte cotiza en billetes de otro país,Su vida es un trueque vulgar parecido a la muerte,La nena no va a ir esta tarde a su clase de ingles.

La nena es un bulto amarrado en un chrysler café,Un zapato le oprime la espalda, un pañuelo la boca,La nena esta muerta de miedo y no entiende porque,La nena no sabe que a veces también dios se equivoca,La nena es desvelo y noticia, la nena no está.

Su planeta cambio de tamaño, y mide 4 x 3Su sol es la luz que se cuela debajo de una puerta,La nena ya no ve diferencia entre un día y un mes,La nena no sabe si duerme o se mantiene despierta,La nena ya lleva 3 meses buscando un porque.

Seis kilos de menos la nena tiene llagas rosadas,Papá casi loco, mamá de nuevo en los hospitales,Se pacta la entrega con una voz manipulada,La misma que ha venido ofreciendo souvenirs corporales,Y el miedo se ríe de todos y se frota las manos,El futuro pone cara de perro si se le da la gana.

La nena ya no arruga los ojos no ha visto la luz,En la sucursal del infierno no existen ventanas,Su suerte cotiza en billetes de otro país,Su vida es un trueque vulgar parecido a la muerte,La nena ya lleva 10 meses sin ir al ballet.

El día indicado el dinero esta debajo de un puente,La nena por fin sale del cuarto donde estuvo guardada,Todo marcha como pactaron no hay ningún pendiente,De pronto el jefe irrumpe en la casa sin cubrirse la cara,La nena reconoce en el rostro alguien familiar,Los planes después del incidente han debido cambiar

The girl (Log of a kidnapping)

The housemaid woke her up at 6:42,The girl wrinkles her eyes to keep out the light,Recites same prayer as always to do her duty to god,Straight away a cross is made on her chest,Whose is the car which is waiting two blocks to the south.

The chauffeur takes her, equipped with textbooks,Mama waves goodbye to her at the door,The girl is 9 years old; how was she was going to knowThat for more than 4 months they have been tailing her,And the the car waiting two blocks away starts its engine.

A shot in the chauffeur's temple, the girl is at the mercy of circumstances,A tree stops the momentum; they have her surrounded,Her forhead struck against the glass and has opened a wound,The neighbours all lock themselves in no-one has seen anything,and the hand which killed her chauffeur now silences her screams,The girl is a number with a lot of zeros from today.

The girl now doesn't wrinkle her eyes hasn't seen the light,In hell's branch office there are no windows,Her fate is bought and sold for another country's notes,Her life is a vulgar trade resembling death,The girl isn't going to go to her English class this afternoon.

The girl is a shadowy form tied up in a brown Chrysler,A shoe presses her spine, a handkerchief her mouth,The girl is scared to death and doesn't know why.The girl doesn't know that even God sometimes makes mistakes,The girl is sleeplessness and news, the girl is not there.

Her planet changed size, and measures 4 x 3Her sun is the light that leaks in beneath a door,The girl now sees no difference beween a day and a month,The girl doesn't know whether she sleeps or stays awake,The girl now has spent 3 months looking for a reason.

Six kilos lighter the girl has pink sores,Papa almost crazy, mama in hospitals once again,The delivery is agreed with a disguised voice,The same one that has come offering bodily souvenirs,And fear laughs at everyone and hands are rubbed together,The future will look dog-faced if it wants to.

Now the girl doesn't wrinkle her eyes hasn't seen the light,In hell's branch office there are no windows,Her fate is bought and sold for another country's notes,Her life is a vulgar trade resembling death,The girl now hasn't been to ballet for 10 months.

On the specified day the money is under a bridge,the girl at last leaves the room where the was kept,Everything goes as they agreed there is nothing not done,Suddenly the chief bursts into the house without covering his face,The girl recognises someone familiar1Plans since the incident have had to change.

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