Detrás de La Puerta
Susana Baca
Behind the Door
Let me see
Behind the door
What's on the other side
When I came from my land
I had no grace
I came to see if it changed
Sadness for joy
Let me see
If I were a little bird
I wouldn't bother to fly
I'd sit on the road
To watch you pass by
On the lips of your mouth
I would like to write
A b with an e
An s and an o
Yesterday I passed by your street
They tried to kill me
It was your little black eyes
That looked up to see
