Y En Tu Ventana (part. Paco Candela)

And she just doesn't know
What love is
She only knows about hits 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 will pass as routine
Where her nap is the peace of your harmony

And in your window you scream to the sky but you 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 without hits

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

To see herself lost in hell
With how warm it is there in winter
But she prefers a thousand times her dreams
Before seeing herself alone in her agony