Detras de la Puerta - Susana Baca

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