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Nadie Sabe

Dean Friedman

No One Knows

She grew up across the hall, with a bear lying on her bed
and Elton John up on the wall.
She followed him everywhere from Nursery school to Harvard Square.
They were born a year apart. They knew each other's souls by heart.

No one knows. No one knows.
We try hard to be discreet. Some things are trouble to disclose.
It keeps us on our toes. And no one knows.

She was popular in school. She was friends with all the boys
but there was only one voice that could wash away her blues.
She read him her poetry and pages from her diary.
He would long for her to stay. But she would blush and turn away.

No one knows. No one knows.
We try hard to be discreet. Some things are trouble to disclose.
It keeps us on our toes. And no one knows.

He came home one afternoon. She was lying on his bed watching TV in his room.
She saw him standing there. She had no fear. She didn't care.
They spoke each other's name. The room burst out in flame.

No one knows. No one knows.
We try hard to be discreet. Some things are trouble to disclose.
It keeps us on our toes. And no one knows.

Nadie Sabe

Creció al otro lado del pasillo, con un oso acostado en su cama
y Elton John en la pared.
Lo siguió a todas partes, desde el jardín de infantes hasta Harvard Square.
Nacieron con un año de diferencia. Se conocían el alma mutuamente.

Nadie sabe. Nadie sabe.
Intentamos ser discretos. Algunas cosas son difíciles de revelar.
Nos mantiene alerta. Y nadie sabe.

Ella era popular en la escuela. Era amiga de todos los chicos
pero solo una voz podía alejar sus penas.
Le leía su poesía y páginas de su diario.
Él ansiaba que ella se quedara. Pero ella se sonrojaba y se alejaba.

Nadie sabe. Nadie sabe.
Intentamos ser discretos. Algunas cosas son difíciles de revelar.
Nos mantiene alerta. Y nadie sabe.

Él llegó a casa una tarde. Ella estaba acostada en su cama viendo TV en su habitación.
Lo vio parado allí. No tuvo miedo. No le importaba.
Se dijeron sus nombres. La habitación estalló en llamas.

Nadie sabe. Nadie sabe.
Intentamos ser discretos. Algunas cosas son difíciles de revelar.
Nos mantiene alerta. Y nadie sabe.

Escrita por: Dean Friedman