Con Una Mano En La Frente
Los Cadetes de Linares
With One Hand On The Forehead
With one hand on the forehead and the other on the chest
Here you have me thinking where you'll be
My mind spins more than a whirlwind
And my chest almost tells me you won't come
Between my mind and my chest they are killing me
They are filling my heart with stones
I feel a flame deep inside burning my soul
And what burns me the most is pure desolation
I don't know if thinking will make me die
Nor do I know if crying will make me live
But I know little by little
My chest and also my soul are getting tired of resisting
Come back, don't be ungrateful, have mercy on me
Because the same impatience will kill me
My arms are slowly closing
And jealousy is leading me to eternity
