Detrás de Mi Ventana

I'm tired of you not even caressing me with your gaze
Of being in your bed a third pillow
Of seeing the future getting thinner
Of knowing that life is nothing but a moment
And feeling like a woman because I wash the dishes

I'm tired of saying I love you and seeing you asleep
Of making you a special dinner and seeing that you've left
Of being just a housewife
With the difference of always and never
And even feeling happy when you leave

Behind my window
I watch the morning go by waiting for the night
I uncover my neckline to provoke you
Your failed anxiety

Behind my window
I see destiny disguised as a killer
Mocking with laughter this ungrateful husband
Behind my window, my life slips 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 not even realizing what's happening

Behind my window
I watch the morning go by waiting for the night
I uncover my neckline to provoke you
Your failed anxiety