My first song was made
With Marta's kisses
And my way of loving her

With María's wisdom
And the memory of Almudena
So languid and suffering

My first song was a lie
It was a piece of the corner
Where one day I said goodbye

Bea was always a secret
I never knew how to tell her in time, no

For me, it was the first
The most beautiful melody
For being Rosa, a prisoner
That when played, would die

That when it left my mouth
My lips were well kissed
The grateful phrases
My first song

My first song

I discovered that when you sing
You are only drawing with words
It was a verse dedicated
To the softness of Yolanda's hair

It was a dream and longing
It was a shield and a lance
Giving everything asking for nothing
Spilling the soul on the ground
Touching the fire without asking
If the flame can burn you

For me, it was the first
The most beautiful melody
For being Rosa, a prisoner
That when played, would die

That when it left my mouth
My lips were well kissed
The grateful phrases

For me, it was the first
The most beautiful melody
For being Rosa, a prisoner

The grateful phrases

My first song

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