And she doesn't know what love is
She only knows about blows and heartbreak
Her face reflects the sorrow and pain
And she, she
She does not know the man who one day made her fall in love
Suffering hurts more than any bruise
She takes refuge in her soul from any downpour
And she, she
And in your kitchen
So prisoner of your house in the kitchen
Where the days will pass as a routine
Where her nap is the peace of your harmony
And in your window
You shout to the sky but you say it silently
It is not going to be that the one who mistreats wakes up
Every sense and every gesture of your soul
What I would give to
Change her fear
For a star where
Without blows she would live alone
What I would give to me
For stopping her clock
At dawn
So that she could sleep peacefully and alone
To see herself lost in hell alone
With how warm it is in the winter
/>But she prefers her dream a thousand times
Rather than finding herself alone inside
And in your kitchen
So imprisoned in your house in the kitchen
Where you live them They will pass as a routine
Where his nap is the peace of your harmony
And in your window
You shout to the sky but you say it quietly
Do not go to be that the one who mistreats wakes up
Every sense and every gesture of your soul
What I would give to
Change his fear
For a star where
Without blows if she lived alone
What I would give
To stop her clock
In the early morning
So that she would sleep peacefully and alone
What I would give for
br/>Change her fear
For a star where
Without blows she would live alone
What I would give
To stop her clock
In the early morning
So that she could sleep peacefully and alone

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