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The Bikina

Ana Guerra

La Bikina

Solitaria, camina la bikina
Y la gente se pone a murmurar
Dicen que tiene una pena
Dicen que tiene una pena que la hace llorar

Altanera, preciosa y orgullosa
No permite, la quieran consolar
Pasa luciendo su real majestad
Pasa, camina y nos mira sin vernos jamás

La bikina tiene pena y dolor
La bikina no conoce el amor

Altarnera, preciosa y orgulla
No permite, la quieran consolar
Dicen que alguien ya vino y se fué
Dicen que pasa las noches llorando por él

La bikina tiene pena y dolor
La bikina no conoce el amor

Altanera, preciosa y orgullosa
No permite, la quieran consolar
Dicen que alguien ya vino y se fué
Dicen que pasa las noches llorando por él

Dicen que pasa las noches llorando por él
Dicen que pasa las noches llorando por él

The Bikina

Alone, the Bikina walks
And people start to gossip
They say she has a sorrow
They say she has a sorrow that makes her cry

Haughty, beautiful, and proud
She doesn't allow anyone to console her
She passes by flaunting her royal majesty
She passes, walks, and looks at us without ever seeing us

The Bikina has sorrow and pain
The Bikina doesn't know love

Haughty, beautiful, and proud
She doesn't allow anyone to console her
They say someone came and left
They say she spends nights crying for him

The Bikina has sorrow and pain
The Bikina doesn't know love

Haughty, beautiful, and proud
She doesn't allow anyone to console her
They say someone came and left
They say she spends nights crying for him

They say she spends nights crying for him
They say she spends nights crying for him

Escrita por: Rubén Fuentes