oh my love
here in our darkest hour
it is you, my desert flower
that i am dreaming of
were up to our neck in foreign soil
we are the sacramental spoils
and they love to choke
the rivers with my brothers blood
we have given our bodies
to the mexican army
but my heart and soul
belong to you my love
so let the enemy guns
cut me to ribbons
for my eternal soul
will know the way back home
sobre viviendo
si sangre mi cuerpo
para
and i have given my body
to the mexican army
but my heart and soul
belong to you my love
so let the enemy guns
cut me to ribbons
for my eternal soul
will know the way back home
sobre viviendo
si sangre mi cuerpo
esta doloroso
so *
