Behind The Door (Detrás de La Puerta)
Iván Benavides
Let me see
Behind the door
What's on the other side
When I came from my land
I had nothing
I came to see if I could swap
Sadness for happiness
Let me see
If I were a bird
I wouldn't fly
I'd perch on the road
To see you pass by
On the lips of your mouth
I want to write this
A k with an I
And an s with an s
I walked your street yesterday
Your lovely dark eyes
Rose up to look at me
They shot to kill