La flecha envenenada

Turbulent waters, war paint
blood in the love's den
a wild horse, running scared
when the Indian beats his drum

Every sad and lonely dawn
his old lady waits in fear
and that morning when the tribe returned
that Indian never came back

Tell me where he is, faithful friend
Tell me he’s just
lost on some path
Stop crying, he won’t come back
his body rests
among the warrior's grass

I don’t see you sad, Indian brother
Tell me what’s going on, please
Look me in the eyes, don’t hide anything
take me to the place where he fell

And in his body was, half-embedded
the arrow that pierced his heart
and on that arrow, the mark engraved
of the one who betrayed

I can’t understand how a warrior like that
could be the target
of such a precise shot
Tell me the truth, I’ll believe you
if you tell me it wasn’t you who betrayed him

Tell me where he is, faithful friend
Tell me he’s just
lost on some path
Tell me the truth, I’ll believe you
but you tell me that
it wasn’t you who betrayed him,
betrayer, betrayer, oh! betrayer, no!