Corazon De Papel

When you arrived at the nest, your dreamy eyes
you fixed on my doll dressed as Pierrot
and lifting it in your arms, like a little mother,
you said: 'Poor thing, she has no heart'.
Your diligent hands rummaged all over the room
and with a very red piece of paper,
you made her a heart, a little heart,
which you stuck in her chest with a pretty pin.

Little rag doll
dressed as Pierrot,
she'll never have your breast,
love and illusion,
you will never be able to live
you will never be able to love,
little rag doll,
paper heart.

Four months of dreams and idyll have gone by
and you, who have a heart in that chest,
just like a swallow you flew to another nest
without worrying about what was left behind.
It doesn't matter, poor thing of passing flesh,
one day you'll fade away just like a quinque
and instead my doll will always be the same
with its soulless breast that hurts a pin.

Little rag doll
dressed as Pierrot,
though you have no soul
I love only you,
for I know that forever
you will be faithful to me,
little rag doll,
paper heart.