Detrás de La Puerta
Déjame ver
Detrás de la puerta
Que hay al otro lao
Cuando vine de mi tierra
Ninguna gracia tenia
Me vine a ver si cambiaba
Tristeza por alegría
Déjame ver
Si yo fuera pajarito
No me ocuparía en volar
Me sentara en el camino
Para mirarte pasar
En los labios de tu boca
Quisiera escribirte yo
Una b con una e
Una s y una o
Ayer pase por tu calle
Me tiraron a matar
Eran tus ojitos negros
Que se alzaron a mirar
Behind the Door
Let me see
Behind the door
What's on the other side
When I came from my land
I had no grace
I came to see if it changed
Sadness for joy
Let me see
If I were a little bird
I wouldn't bother to fly
I'd sit on the road
To watch you pass by
On the lips of your mouth
I would like to write
A b with an e
An s and an o
Yesterday I passed by your street
They tried to kill me
It was your little black eyes
That looked up to see