Luka

My name is luka, I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you yes I think you've seen me before if you hear something late at night some kind of trouble, some kind of fight just don't ask me what it was just don't ask me what it was just don't ask me what it was I think it's because i'm clumsy I try not to talk too loud maybe it's because i'm crazy I try not to act too proud they only hit until you cry and after that you don't ask why you just don't argue anymore you just don't argue anymore you just don't argue anymore yes I think I'm okay I walked into the door again well, if you ask that's what I'll say and it's not your business anyway I guess I'd like to be alone with nothing broken,nothing thrown just don't ask me how I am just don't ask me how I am just don't ask me how I am My name is luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you yes I think you've seen me before if you hear something late at night some kind of trouble,some kind of fight just don't ask me what it was just don't ask me what it was just don't ask me what it was they only hit until you cry and after that you don't ask why you just don't argue anymore you just don't argue anymore you just don't argue anymore.

Suzanne Vega - Solitude Standing

(Me llamo Luka. Vivo en el segundo piso. Vivo encima de ti. Creo que ya me has visto antes. Si escuchas algo de madrugada, alguna discusión, alguna pelea, no me preguntes que pasó, no me preguntes que pasó, no me preguntes que pasó. Creo que es porque soy muy torpe. Intentare no gritar, creo que es porque estoy loca. Intentare no ser tan orgullosa. Ellos solo te pegan hasta que lloras y luego no te preguntas por que. Simplemente no discutes mas, simplemente no discutes mas, simplemente no discutes mas. Sí, creo que estoy bien y he vuelto a cruzar esa puerta. Bueno, si me preguntas es todo lo que diré y no es asunto tuyo de todas formas. Creo que me gustaría estar sola sin tener nada roto, sin que haya nada tirado por ahí. No me preguntes como estoy, no me preguntes como estoy, no me preguntes como estoy. Me llamo Luka. Vivo en el segundo piso. Vivo encima de ti. Creo que ya me has visto antes. Si escuchas algo de madrugada, alguna discusión, alguna pelea, no me preguntes que pasó, no me preguntes que pasó, no me preguntes que pasó. Ellos solo te pegan hasta que lloras y luego no te preguntas por que. Simplemente no discutes mas, simplemente no discutes mas, simplemente no discutes mas)