Las Transeúntes
Jorge Drexler
The Passersby
Looking from my balcony, the passersby
Pretending to be taking notes
And she looks for something in her purse
And I think spring has arrived
And the pot in front is filled with sprouts
And down there the neighborhood is filled with cleavages
And the afternoon slips away into verses
And I keep searching without finding my center
And I lay brick upon brick
And still can't find the chorus
And then I wonder
What did you see in me?
What made you open up
Your fears, your legs, your calendar
The seven sacred gates of your sanctuary
The strange light of your darkroom
The impenetrable lock of your armor?
The passersby have organized
They have synchronized wandering
And they perform their choreography
With knees the color of joy
Each lamppost already has its dancer
And the band is coming in from the corner
And the afternoon shows its waist
And time shows that some things don't heal
And the muses flee if you besiege them
And another song that will remain unfinished
And then I wonder
What did you see in me?
What made you open up
Your fears, your legs, your calendar
The seven sacred gates of your sanctuary
The strange light of your darkroom
The impenetrable lock of your armor?
What did you see in me?
What made you open up?
What did you see in me?
What made you open up?
What did you see in me?
What made you open up?
What did you see in me?
What made you open up?
