A puertas cerrada
Lluvia Y La Banda
Behind Closed Doors
(Excuse me, excuse me..sorry for the delay)
So much time to end up
in a cold argument
you accuse me of being unexpressive
I accuse you of crying
my room feels so big today
today I walk alone again
you hate me for admitting
that our thing is over
No more
no more, I who thought of you
Nothing will remain, not even a faithful goodbye
Nothing will remain, not even the desire to talk
to closed doors (repeat)
