The Enemy Guns

Oh my love

Here in our darkest hour

It is you, my desert flower

That I am dreaming of

We're 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

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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

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