Ella Se Llamaba Martha
José María Napoleón
Her Name Was Martha
She was shaking in my hands
It was his first time
Her name was Martha
And from that day she became my wife
She hugged me in silence
And he left his will
It was a carrier pigeon
That gave me pieces of happiness
she married me
I guess for love
She is expecting a child
And even if he doesn't love me
He is the son of both
She stuck a thorn in me
In the middle of the soul and he said goodbye to me
She left one morning
And left my house full of pain
She left me crying
If I could forget, if God could
She left me crying
If I could forget, if God could
It was a cloud in the sky
The wind blurred
Was his love for me a lie
And despite everything I remember her
Today the pain grows
Time has passed and no
Doesn't ask for my name
He doesn't write a letter, he forgot everything
She stuck a thorn in me
In the middle of the soul and he said goodbye to me
She left one morning
And left my house full of pain
She left me crying
If I could forget, if God could
She left me crying
If I could forget, if God could
She was called Martha
She was called that
She was called Martha
Her name was Martha, her name was that
She was called Martha
She was called that
She was called Martha
Her name was Martha, her name was that
She was called Martha
She was called that
She was called Martha
Her name was Martha, her name was that
Her name was Martha
She was called that
Her name was Martha
Her name was Martha, her name was that
Her name was Martha
She was called that
She was called Martha
Her name was Martha, her name was that
