Detrás de Mi Ventana

I'm tired of you not even caressing me with your gaze of being in your
Bed a third pillow to see that the future is slipping away
Thin to know that life is nothing more than a moment and feeling
Like a woman because I wash the dishes

I'm tired of saying I love you and seeing that you're asleep of
Making you a special dinner and seeing that you're gone of being a housewife and nothing more with the difference of always and he never and even
Feeling happy when you leave

Behind my window I see the morning pass by waiting for the
Night I uncover my neckline so that it provokes your failed
Anxiety behind my window I see destiny disguised as a
Killer laughing at this ungrateful concubine behind
My window my life goes away with you, but alone

I'm tired of being for you like any shirt that gets ironed and
Wrinkled to the rhythm of your laughter of being just another object in your house
Like a rag, a chair, a simple cup and you don't even realize
What's going on

Behind my window I see the morning pass by waiting for the
Night I uncover my neckline so that it provokes your failed
Anxiety behind my window I see destiny disguised as a
Killer laughing at this ungrateful concubine behind
My window my life goes away with you but alone

I'm tired of being for you like any shirt that gets ironed and
Wrinkled to the rhythm of your laughter of being just another object in your house
Like a rag, a chair, a simple cup and you don't even realize
What's going on

Behind my window I see the morning pass by waiting for the
Night I uncover my neckline so that it provokes your failed
Anxiety behind my window I see destiny disguised as a
Killer laughing at this ungrateful concubine behind
My window my life goes away with you, but alone, alone