Detrás de Mi Ventana

I'm tired
Of you not even caressing me with your gaze
Of being in your bed like a third pillow
Of seeing the future becoming thin
Of knowing that life is nothing but a moment
And feeling like a woman because I wash the dishes

I'm tired
Of saying I love you and seeing you asleep
Of making you a special dinner and seeing you've left
Of being just a housewife
With the difference between always and never
And even feeling happy when you leave

Behind my window
I watch the morning go by
Waiting for the night
I uncover my neckline
So that it provokes you
Your failed anxiety

Behind my window
I see destiny pass by
Disguised as a killer
Mocking with laughter
This ungrateful partner
Behind my window
My life slips away
With you, but alone