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Luka

Suzanne Vega
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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
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

And they only hit until you cry
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
LUKA

Me llamo Luka
El niño del piso dos.
Con mis padres vivo yo.
Tal vez conoces ya mi voz.
Si oyes ruidos en la noche,
alguien gritando algún reproche.
No preguntes lo que fue,
no preguntes lo que fue,
no preguntes lo que fue.

Creo que soy torpe un poco
y no hablo muy alto.
Creo que estoy medio loco,
a nadie le falto el respeto.

Te castigan hasta que lloras
y después casi sin demora
ya no quieres protestar,
ya no quieres protestar,
ya no quieres protestar.

Nada le pasó a mi ojo,
jugando ayer me lastimé,
eso es lo que les dire,
no es asunto de la ley.

Me gustaría pasar un rato
sin nadie herido y nada roto.
No preguntes como estoy,
no preguntes como estoy,
no preguntes como estoy.

Me llamo Luka.
El nino del piso dos.
Con mis padres vivo yo
tal vez conoces ya mi voz.
Si oyes ruido en la noche,
alguien gritando algún reproche.
No preguntes lo que fue,
no preguntes lo que fue,
no preguntes lo que fue.
Te castigan hasta que lloras
y después casi sin demora
ya no quieres protestar,
ya no quieres protestar,
ya no quieres - protestar.


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