Detrás De La Puerta
Todo parece tan normal, quien lo dijera
La gente que nos ve pasar, dirá ¿cuál problema?
Cuando no hay nada que decir
De plano me asombras,
Ni que discutir, si vamos de compras
Todo parece tan normal delante de la gente
La que nos mira pasar, por la calle sonrientes.
Pero detrás de la puerta la verdad es otra
Te vuelves distinta, te hablo y te enojas
Entrando en la casa, perdemos el trato
Me escondes las tazas, me tiras los platos
Y estando en la cama, aun estando despierta
Me vuelves la espalda, no te das la vuelta
Detrás de la puerta ya nada es igual.
Todo parece tan normal delante de la gente
La que nos mira pasar, por la calle sonrientes.
Pero detrás de la puerta la verdad es otra
Te vuelves distinta, te hablo y te enojas
Entrando en la casa, perdemos el trato
Me escondes las tazas, me tiras los platos
Y estando en la cama, aun estando despierta
Me vuelves la espalda, no te das la vuelta
Detrás de la puerta ya nada es igual.
Behind the Door
Everything seems so normal, who would have thought
The people who see us pass by, will say what's the problem?
When there's nothing to say
You really amaze me,
Nothing to argue about, if we're going shopping
Everything seems so normal in front of people
Those who watch us pass by, smiling on the street.
But behind the door the truth is different
You become different, I talk to you and you get angry
Entering the house, we lose the deal
You hide the cups from me, you throw the plates
And in bed, even when you're awake
You turn your back on me, you don't turn around
Behind the door, nothing is the same.
Everything seems so normal in front of people
Those who watch us pass by, smiling on the street.
But behind the door the truth is different
You become different, I talk to you and you get angry
Entering the house, we lose the deal
You hide the cups from me, you throw the plates
And in bed, even when you're awake
You turn your back on me, you don't turn around
Behind the door, nothing is the same.
Escrita por: Agustín Cejudo Moreno