A Donde Van Cancioneros
Los Invasores de Nuevo León
Where Do Songwriters Go
Where do songwriters go, where do they go
I want to steal some time from them, just a little while
And I ask for forgiveness, if they see me cry
But it's because the beautiful love I had
Broke its promise, that it made to me one day
In front of you all, and it's already gone
It was no use, loving her, with all my soul
It was no use, giving her, all my faith
It was no use, crying for her, if she's already gone
Where do songwriters go, where do they go
Today is her saint's day,
Remember, and I want to sing again
Underneath her window, that was a witness,
To that false promise, of her affection
That's why I want to sing to her, even though she's not here
It was no use, loving her, with all my soul
It was no use, giving her, all my faith
It's no use, crying for her, if she's already gone
