Detrás De La Puerta
El Chapo De Sinaloa
Behind the Door
Everything seems so normal, who would have thought
The people who see us pass by, will say what's the problem?
When there's nothing to say
You really amaze me,
Nothing to argue about, if we're going shopping
Everything seems so normal in front of people
Those who watch us pass by, smiling on the street.
But behind the door the truth is different
You become different, I talk to you and you get angry
Entering the house, we lose the deal
You hide the cups from me, you throw the plates
And in bed, even when you're awake
You turn your back on me, you don't turn around
Behind the door, nothing is the same.
Everything seems so normal in front of people
Those who watch us pass by, smiling on the street.
But behind the door the truth is different
You become different, I talk to you and you get angry
Entering the house, we lose the deal
You hide the cups from me, you throw the plates
And in bed, even when you're awake
You turn your back on me, you don't turn around
Behind the door, nothing is the same.
