Macarena y el espejo
Ella se pinta con un sylvapen,
dibujándose, dibujándose.
Boca postiza, rojo de clavel,
enchastrándose, preguntando
si queda bien así,
femenina,
ignorándome, ignorándome.
Macarena, Macarena,
Macarena quiere ser mujer.
Ella se mira en su delantal,
contorneándose, contorneándose.
Frente al espejo no sabe esperar,
aprendiéndose, aprendiendo
el código sutil,
milenario,
sorprendiéndome, sorprendiéndola.
(Una mano en la cintura,
la mirada en el espejo,
ella sueña la cadencia
que le vendrá desde lejos)
Macarena, Macarena,
Macarena quiere ser mujer.
Todos se miran perdidos,
se ríen, se mojan la ropa en el mar.
Macarena and the Mirror
She paints herself with a marker,
drawing herself, drawing herself.
Fake lips, red like a carnation,
smudging it on, asking
if it looks good this way,
feminine,
ignoring me, ignoring me.
Macarena, Macarena,
Macarena wants to be a woman.
She looks at herself in her apron,
shaping her curves, shaping her curves.
In front of the mirror, she can't wait,
learning it, learning
the subtle code,
millennia old,
surprising me, surprising her.
(One hand on her hip,
eyes on the mirror,
she dreams of the rhythm
that will come to her from afar)
Macarena, Macarena,
Macarena wants to be a woman.
Everyone looks lost,
laughing, getting their clothes wet in the sea.
Escrita por: Jorge Drexler