"The Boxer"

I am just a poor girl

though my story’s seldom told

I’ve squandered my resistance

for a pocketful of mumbles,

such are promises

All lies and jest,

still the woman hears

what she wants to hear

And disregards the rest,

hmmmm

hmmm

When I left my home and my family,

I was no more than a girl

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station, runnin’ scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,

where the ragged people go

Looking for the places

only they would know

...

Asking only workman’s wages,

I come lookin’ for a job, but I get no offers

Just a c'mon from the jerks on 7th avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

Ooooh la la la

Now the years are rolling by me,

they are rockin’ even me

I am older than I once was, and younger than I’ll be,

that’s not unusual

No it isn’t strange, after changes upon changes,

we are more or less the same

After changes we are more or less the same...

...

And I’m laying out my winter clothes,

wishing I was gone, goin’ home

Where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me,

leadin’ me to go home

In the clearing stands a boxer,

and a fighter by her trade

And she carries the reminders of every glove that laid her down

or cut her ’til she cried out in hER anger and her shame

I am leaving, I am leaving,

but the fighter still remains

Yes she still remains

...

Paul Simon - The Boxer

(adaptado)