I'm tired of you not even caressing me with your eyes
Of being a third pillow in your bed
Of seeing that the future is getting thinner
Of knowing that life is no more I know that for a while
And feeling like a woman because I wash the dishes
I'm tired of saying that I love you
And seeing that you're asleep
Of making you a special dinner and seeing that you you have gone
From being a housewife and madams
With the difference of always and never
And even feeling happy when you leave
Behind my window
br/>I see the morning go by waiting for the night
I uncover my neckline so that it provokes your failed anxiety
Behind my window
I see destiny pass by disguised as murderer,
Mocking loudly at this ungrateful concubine
Behind my window my life is going away, with you but alone
I'm tired of being like any shirt for you
br/>That irons and wrinkles to the rhythm of your laughter
Of being just another object in your house
Like a cloth, a chair, a simple cup,
And that your child you find out what is happening
Behind my window
I see the morning go by waiting for the night
I uncover my neckline so that it provokes your failed anxiety
br/>Behind my window
I see destiny passing by disguised as a murderer,
Laughing loudly at this ungrateful concubine
Behind my window my life is passing away, with you but alone... alone...

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