Abrame La Puerta
Abreme la puerta
que vengo con muchas ganas
de mostrar mis sentimientos
y decirtelo a la cara
Anda ve y dile al herrero
que los hierros de tu ventana
los ponga duros de acero
porque a mi me matan las ganas
de decirte que te quiero
anda ve y dile al herrero
que refuerce tu ventana
anda ve y dile a tu madre
que te compre ese vestido
que te ciñen los andares
que con el quieta el sentido
y no salga a la calle
anda y dile a tu madre
que te compre ese vestido
y tu puertecita no se abre
para escuchar mis palabritas
y a traves de los cristales
yo te canto este temita
Abreme la puerta
que vengo con muchas ganas
de mostrar mis sentimientos
y decirtelo a la cara
Soy el donante del cariño
soy el que penando vive
soy el que lloro como un niño
si por mi no te decides
y tu puerta no se abre
para escuchar mis palabritas
y a traves de los cristales
yo te canto este temita
Abreme la puerta
que vengo con muchas ganas
de mostrar mis sentimientos
y decirtelo a la cara
Unido a unos barrotes
que encarcela mi agonía
que me prendan y me azoten
si mis palabras son mentiras
soy donante de cariño
soy el que penando vive
porque yo soy el que lloro como un niño
si por mi no te decides
que no te decides
Abreme la puerta
que vengo con muchas ganas
de mostrar mis sentimientos
y decirtelo a la cara...
Open the Door for Me
Open the door for me
I come with a lot of desire
to show my feelings
and tell you to your face
Go and tell the blacksmith
that the iron bars of your window
should be made of hard steel
because my desire is killing me
to tell you that I love you
go and tell the blacksmith
to reinforce your window
go and tell your mother
to buy you that dress
that fits your movements
that quiets the senses
and don't go out on the street
go and tell your mother
to buy you that dress
and your little door doesn't open
to hear my little words
and through the glass
I sing you this little song
Open the door for me
I come with a lot of desire
to show my feelings
and tell you to your face
I am the giver of affection
I am the one who lives in pain
I am the one who cries like a child
if you don't decide for me
and your door doesn't open
to hear my little words
and through the glass
I sing you this little song
Open the door for me
I come with a lot of desire
to show my feelings
and tell you to your face
Joined to some bars
that imprison my agony
let them arrest me and whip me
if my words are lies
I am a giver of affection
I am the one who lives in pain
because I am the one who cries like a child
if you don't decide for me
that you don't decide
Open the door for me
I come with a lot of desire
to show my feelings
and tell you to your face...