I get tired, do not caress me with your eyes
If a third pillow is in your bed
To see that the future is getting thin
To know that life is only a while
And feel like a woman because I wash the dishes
I got tired, to say that I love you
And see you're asleep
To make a special dinner and see that you've gone
From being a housewife and madamas
With the difference of the always and the never
And until I feel happy when you leave
Behind my window
I see spend the morning waiting for the night
I uncover the neckline so that this will provoke your failed anxiety
Behind my window
I see the fate pass disguised as a murderer,
Laughing at laughter of this ungrateful concubine
Behind my window my life is gone, with you but alone
I got tired, to be for you like any shirt
That iron and wrinkles to the compas of your laughter
Of being one more object in your house
Like a rag, a chair, a simple cup,
And that you do not even know what's going on
Behind my window
I see spend the morning waiting for the night
I uncover the neckline so that this will provoke your failed anxiety
Behind my window
I see the fate pass disguised as a murderer,
Laughing at laughter of this ungrateful concubine
Behind my window my life is gone, with you but alone? solaaa ??
Only among all we can make this a better place :)