Y En Tu Ventana

And she doesn't know
What love is
She only knows about blows and desolation
In her face reflects

The sorrow and the pain
And she, she
Doesn't know that man
Who once made her fall in love

The suffering hurts more
Than any bruise
She takes refuge in her soul
From any downpour

And she, she

And in your kitchen so trapped in your house
In the kitchen where the days pass as routine
Where her nap is the peace of your harmony
And in your window you scream to the sky but say it quietly

Lest the abuser wakes up
Every sense and every gesture of her soul

What I would give
To change her fear
For a star
Where she would live alone without blows

What I would give
To stop her clock in the early morning
So she could sleep peacefully and alone
To see herself alone lost in hell

How warm it is there in winter
But she prefers her dreams a thousand times
Before seeing herself alone in her agony