Cuatro Espadas
Adan Chalino Sanchez
Four Swords
Four swords point at my chest
For trusting too much in my luck
I dreamed of being happy in your arms
But you sentence me to death
A sword is that you don't love me anymore
The second is to look at you lost
The ones that are missing are in your eyes
That without seeing me they take my life
If fate brought you to me
Maybe it was God's punishment
Four swords that make me suffer today
They'll have to kill us both
It's hard for you to be good again
While you may continue to worship me
And with a look heal me
Four wounds that continue to bleed today
If you can't love me again
I resign myself to looking at you lost
I have to see that your soulless chest
Four swords take his life
If fate brought you to me
Maybe it was God's punishment
Four swords that make me suffer today
They'll have to kill us both
