A mi pequeña María
Era Maria, el travestí mas golfo del lugar,
con mucho, la mujer mas bonita. (Bis)
Y yo tan sólo un chico de barrio eso si,
el peor bicho sobre el asfalto.
En la comisaría nos conocimos,
si dios nos hizo, la poli nos junto.
Esa costumbre tuya de hacerlo en cualquier lugar,
entre rejas, en el ascensor.
Días que al morir, hay luces negras en la noche,
hay luces negras en la noche, hay luces negras
en la noche, dicen que aquella estrella, es el
carmín de tus labios.
En el confesionario estuviste tan inspirada,
porque aunque puta, siempre fuiste muy santa.
En un cajero sin tarjeta, bajo la mesa y en el tren,
junto al mar sobre un bote en la ría.
Desapareciste sin decir adiós,
era tu estilo, siempre me gustó.
Me cuentan que ya no eres de este mundo,
entre rejas, en el ascensor.
Días que al morir, hay luces negras en la noche,
hay luces negras en la noche, hay luces negras
en la noche, dicen que aquella estrella, es el
carmín de tus labios.
Días que al morir...
To My Little Maria
It was Maria, the sluttiest drag queen in town,
by far, the most beautiful woman. (Repeat)
And I was just a neighborhood kid, that's right,
the worst troublemaker on the streets.
We met at the police station,
if God made us, the cops brought us together.
Your habit of doing it anywhere,
behind bars, in the elevator.
Days that end, there are black lights in the night,
there are black lights in the night, there are black lights
in the night, they say that star, is the
red lipstick from your lips.
You were so inspired in the confessional,
because even a whore, you were always very holy.
In an ATM without a card, under the table and on the train,
by the sea on a boat in the estuary.
You disappeared without saying goodbye,
that was your style, I always liked it.
They tell me you're no longer in this world,
behind bars, in the elevator.
Days that end, there are black lights in the night,
there are black lights in the night, there are black lights
in the night, they say that star, is the
red lipstick from your lips.
Days that end...