Abrame La Puerta

Open the door for me
I come with a lot of desire
to show my feelings
and tell you to your face

Go and tell the blacksmith
that the iron bars of your window
should be made of hard steel
because my desire is killing me
to tell you that I love you
go and tell the blacksmith
to reinforce your window
go and tell your mother
to buy you that dress
that fits your movements
that quiets the senses
and don't go out on the street
go and tell your mother
to buy you that dress
and your little door doesn't open
to hear my little words
and through the glass
I sing you this little song

Open the door for me
I come with a lot of desire
to show my feelings
and tell you to your face

I am the giver of affection
I am the one who lives in pain
I am the one who cries like a child
if you don't decide for me
and your door doesn't open
to hear my little words
and through the glass
I sing you this little song

Open the door for me
I come with a lot of desire
to show my feelings
and tell you to your face

Joined to some bars
that imprison my agony
let them arrest me and whip me
if my words are lies
I am a giver of affection
I am the one who lives in pain
because I am the one who cries like a child
if you don't decide for me
that you don't decide

Open the door for me
I come with a lot of desire
to show my feelings
and tell you to your face...