Mensaje
Agustín Lara
Message
I'm like a wounded bird
My nights have no moon
Since the last nest
The ungrateful fortune came to undo
I spend the hours without seeing you
And my thoughts fly
So as not to give to my eyes
The sweet torment of seeing you again
Understand that what has happened is better, for your own good
We have a sacred right, each one
You must continue on your way
Life is only one and nothing more
The same thing that brings us closer also separates us
I spend the hours without seeing you
And my thoughts fly
So as not to give to my eyes
The sweet torment of seeing you again
