Ruslana teams up with a group of lyricists including Andoni Narvaez and Pablo Rodríguez de Llano for ‘las guapas no morimos de verdad’. The track is part of her album Catarsis, with production by D3llano and Elías Maro. The song starts with a vulnerable confession about feeling lost and disconnected.
Released: February 12, 2026
las guapas no morimos de verdad
Ruslana • From “Catarsis”
las guapas no morimos de verdad Lyrics Translation – Catarsis Soundtrack
The lyrics describe a mix of strength and fragility. One line says, ‘We pretty girls don’t truly die,’ turning vulnerability into defiance. Ruslana sings about broken pieces, missed connections, and emotional bullets, creating a powerful contrast between pain and resilience.
Me he despertado en guardia bajaI’ve woken up with my guard down,
Sin batería ni señalwithout battery or signal.
Siento como que algo pasaI feel like something is happening,
Tal vez me vuelva a encontrarmaybe I’ll find myself again.
Hoy dejaré la puerta abiertaToday I’ll leave the door open,
Por si me vienes a buscarjust in case you come looking for me.
Sé dónde está mi casaI know where my house is,
Pero no dónde está mi hogarbut not where my home is.
Si mis ojos no te dicen que estoy rotaIf my eyes don’t tell you that I’m broken,
Gritaré desesperada que me mires, no estoy locaI’ll scream desperately for you to look at me, I’m not crazy.
Date cuenta que mis rotos no se cosen sin tu bocaRealize that my broken pieces won’t stitch together without your mouth.
Si dejo de hacerte faltaIf you stop missing me.
Apúntame y dispara sin piedadAim at me and shoot without mercy.
No es la primera bala que me daIt’s not the first bullet that hits me.
Yo misma faltaré a mi funeralI’ll even skip my own funeral.
Las guapas no morimos de verdadWe pretty girls don’t truly die.
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, ohOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh.
Oh-oh, oh-ohOh-oh, oh-oh.
Yo misma faltaré a mi funeralI’ll even skip my own funeral.
Las guapas no morimos de verdadWe pretty girls don’t truly die.
Dicen que soy de cristalThey say I’m made of glass,
Que cuando me rompo, te puedo cortarthat when I break, I can cut you.
Que si me da por llorar, una lágrima más te podría inundarThat if I start crying, one more tear could flood you.
Si me pierdo por ahí, no preguntes dónde estoyIf I get lost out there, don’t ask where I am.
Recogiendo los pedazos que he dejado a donde voyPicking up the pieces I’ve left wherever I go.
He guardado para tiI’ve saved for you
La parte que nadie viothe part that no one else saw.
Con las balas que he esquivado ya he llenado el cargadorWith the bullets I’ve dodged, I’ve already filled the magazine.
Si mis ojos no te dicen que estoy rotaIf my eyes don’t tell you that I’m broken,
Gritaré desesperada que me mires, no estoy locaI’ll scream desperately for you to look at me, I’m not crazy.
Date cuenta que mis rotos no se cosen sin tu bocaRealize that my broken pieces won’t stitch together without your mouth.
Si dejo de hacerte faltaIf you stop missing me.
Apúntame y dispara sin piedadAim at me and shoot without mercy.
No es la primera bala que me daIt’s not the first bullet that hits me.
Yo misma faltaré a mi funeralI’ll even skip my own funeral.
Las guapas no morimos de verdadWe pretty girls don’t truly die.
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, ohOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh.
Oh-oh, oh-ohOh-oh, oh-oh.
Yo misma faltaré a mi funeralI’ll even skip my own funeral.
Las guapas no morimos de verdadWe pretty girls don’t truly die.
Apúntame y dispara sin piedadAim at me and shoot without mercy.
Apúntame, disparaAim at me, shoot.
Apúntame y dispara sin piedadAim at me and shoot without mercy.
Apúntame, disparaAim at me, shoot.
Apúntame y dispara sin piedadAim at me and shoot without mercy.
Apúntame, disparaAim at me, shoot.
Apúntame y dispara sin piedadAim at me and shoot without mercy.
No es la primera bala que me daIt’s not the first bullet that hits me.
Yo misma faltaré a mi funeralI’ll even skip my own funeral.
Las guapas no morimos de verdadWe pretty girls don’t truly die.
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, ohOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh.
Oh-oh, oh-ohOh-oh, oh-oh.
Yo misma faltaré a mi funeralI’ll even skip my own funeral.
Las guapas no morimos de verdadWe pretty girls don’t truly die.
las guapas no morimos de verdad Music Video
The lyrics of ‘las guapas no morimos de verdad’ blend raw emotion with unshakable confidence. Ruslana delivers a message of survival, wrapped in a melody that’s as haunting as it is empowering.