Caperucita sólo tiene dieciséis
primaveras sin flores, papá le dice: “Ven.
Caperucita eres joven y tienes que aprender
a ocuparte de la casa, que serás una mujer.

Para que seas buena esposa
y no envejezcas sola,
en la cama y la cocina has de saber
alegrar a tu marido y cuidar a cada hijo,
que te atrapa tu destino,
que has de ser madre y esposa”.
Y la pobre Caperucita llora.

“Quiero volar, lejos de aquí escapar.
Dime, mi bien, quién me llorará
si me dan alas y echo a volar.
Quiero dormir, no quiero despertar,
quiero ser la lluvia al otro lado del cristal,
quizás alguien me espere en la oscuridad”.

Una fría tarde Caperucita iba
a casa de su abuela a llevarle comida,
cuando se encontró con un lobo feroz.
Dime dónde vas niña, que te acompaño yo.

La muchacha se supo perdida.
Gritaba Caperucita
mientras la devoraba el lobo.
Bajo la falda del vestido
estallaron los dormidos
sueños que en la noche
la mantenían viva. Pobre Caperucita.

“Quiero volar, lejos de aquí escapar.
Dime, mi bien, quién me llorará
si me dan alas y echo a volar.
Quiero dormir, no quiero despertar,
quiero ser la lluvia al otro lado del cristal,
quizás alguien me espere en la oscuridad”.

Una gris mañana Caperucita se casó,
vestida de blanco, bella como una flor.
Su marido, muy elegante, otro lobo feroz,
y su padre orgulloso lloraba de emoción.

Ahora cada noche el lobo la devora,
clava sus dientes, y llora
Caperucita mientras espera a que un aullido
le diga que el dormido animal despertó.
Después descansa tranquilo el malvado lobo feroz.

La cara de Caperucita alumbra una sonrisa
mientras mece una cuna. En ella está una niña,
quizás futura oveja para un lobo feroz,
a no ser que afortunada la rescate tu amor.

Caperucita la arrulla contra el pecho
y un murmullo lento, lleno
de esperanza y vida,
canta Caperucita.

“Quiero volar, lejos de aquí escapar.
Dime, mi bien, quién me llorará
si me dan alas y echo a volar.
Quiero dormir, no quiero despertar,
quiero ser la lluvia al otro lado del cristal,
quizás alguien me espere en la oscuridad.

Quiero volar”.

Translated Version

Little Riding Hood is only sixteen
spring without flowers, Dad says, "Come.
Little Riding Hood you're young and you have to learn
to take care of the house, that you will be a woman.

To make you a good wife
And don't age alone,
in bed and the kitchen you have to know
cheer up your husband and take care of every child,
that catches your destiny,
you have to be a mother and a wife."
And poor Little Riding Hood cries.

"I want to fly, away from here escape.
Tell me, my good, who will mourn me
if they give me wings and I blow up.
I want to sleep, I don't want to wake up,
I want to be the rain on the other side of the glass,
maybe someone will wait for me in the dark."

A cold Little Riding Hood afternoon was going
to his grandmother's house to bring him food,
when he encountered a ferocious wolf.
Tell me where you're going, girl, I'll come with you.

The girl was lost.
Caperucita shouted
while the wolf devoured her.
Under the skirt of the dress
the sleepers exploded
dreams that at night
They kept her alive. Poor Little Riding Hood.

"I want to fly, away from here escape.
Tell me, my good, who will mourn me
if they give me wings and I blow up.
I want to sleep, I don't want to wake up,
I want to be the rain on the other side of the glass,
maybe someone will wait for me in the dark."

One gray morning Little Riding Hood got married,
dressed in white, beautiful as a flower.
Her husband, very elegant, another fierce wolf,
and his proud father wept with emotion.

Now every night the wolf devours her,
sticks his teeth in, and cries
Little Riding Hood while waiting for a howl
tell him that the sleeping animal awoke.
Then rest easy the evil ferocious wolf.

Little Riding Hood's face lights up a smile
while wising a crib. In it is a girl,
perhaps future sheep for a ferocious wolf,
unless you're lucky to rescue your love.

Caperucita the wrinkle against the chest
and a slow, full murmur
hope and life,
She sings Little Riding Hood.

"I want to fly, away from here escape.
Tell me, my good, who will cry to me
If they give me wings and I fly
I want to sleep, I don't want to wake up,
I want to be the rain on the other side of the glass,
maybe someone will wait for me in the dark.

I want to fly."