El Juzgado 23
Miguel Angel Robles
Courtroom 23
It's ten in the morning
I rush through the door of courtroom twenty-three
I feel a lump in my throat
And one tear out of many already runs down my skin
I'm afraid to see him
I feel like hugging him, asking him why
But a voice calling me by my name and his last name
Puts me in front of him
When he looks me in the eyes
I feel that anger no longer exists between us
Because love is stronger but we are face to face
Of a man called Judge who ignores what we feel
Because one day we decided to ask for separation
But that was a bad moment, a shot to the feelings
That almost killed us both
How can you, Mr. Judge, who has studied so much
Not recognize the tears of two who love each other so much
Before God and in front of you
How can you, Mr. Judge
In just a second change the course of life
And end our world
With your signature on a paper
When he looks me in the eyes, I feel that anger
No longer exists between us
Because love is stronger but we are face to face
Of a man called Judge
Who ignores what we feel because one day we decided
To ask for separation
But that was a bad moment
A shot to the feelings that almost killed us both
How can you, Mr. Judge, who has studied so much
Not recognize the tears of two who love each other so much
Before God and in front of you
How can you, Mr. Judge
In just a second change the course of life
And end our world
With your signature on a paper
How can you, Mr. Judge, who has studied so much
Not recognize the tears of two who love each other so much
Before God and in front of you
How can you, Mr. Judge
In just a second
