En La Raya

If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, may it not be treacherously
If they look for me, they will surely find me
I tell them with all my heart

None of my vices are shameful
They are guitar, horse, and woman
I prefer the woman with braids
A dark horse for riding in the countryside

I am very old-fashioned
That's how I am, what can I do?
My heart only calms down
By loving and loving

If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, may it not be treacherously
If they look for me, they will surely find me
I tell them with all my heart

I never feel ashamed of my vices
They are guitar, horse, and woman
The guitar to sing to the wind
Joys and sorrows, for some love

I am very old-fashioned
That's how I am, what can I do?
My heart only calms down
By loving and loving

If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, may it not be treacherously
If they look for me, they will surely find me
I tell them with all my heart