La malquerida (versión acústica) English translation

Natalia Lafourcade

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They call me the Unloved
Woman who came from the fields
The one who keeps beneath her womb
The seed of life

They call me the Unloved
Woman, daughter of soil
She who in every road
Leaves a trace of shedded tears

Oh, what a sorrow
What a sorrow lies in her soul
Oh, what a sorrow
For they don't look at her

Oh, what a sorrow
What a sorrow lies in her soul
Oh, what a sorrow
For they don't look at her

They call me the Unloved
Some have mistreated me
Others without giving me a glance
My words have shutted down

They cut me with knives
Raped my starving breast
When what I wanted the most
Was a slow-burning hug

I want you to stop beside me
Look at my eyes for a moment
I want you to stop beside me
Feel my voice, open your heaven
Open your heaven

They call me the Unloved
With a sacred cloth
They killed my thoughts
Thus mutilating my dreams

When I was very young
I ran with my bare feet
But by calling me ugly
They darkened my smiles

I want you to stop beside me
Look at my eyes for a moment
I want you to stop beside me
Feel my voice, open your heaven
Open your heaven

Oh, what a sorrow
What a sorrow is my soul in
Oh, what a sorrow
For they don't look at her

Oh, what a sorrow
What a sorrow is my soul in
Oh, what a sorrow
For they don't look at her

Oh, what a sorrow
What a sorrow is my soul in
Oh, what a sorrow
For they don't look at her

Oh, what a sorrow
What a sorrow is my soul in
Oh, what a sorrow
For they don't look at her

Oh, what a sorrow
What a sorrow lies in my soul
Oh, what a sorrow
For you don't look at me

Oh, what a sorrow
What a sorrow lies in my soul
Oh, what a sorrow
For you don't look at me

They call me the Unloved

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