A Los Filos de Un Cuchillo
Juanita Burbano
At the Edge of a Knife
I would like to give my life
At the edge of a knife
I would like to give my life
At the edge of a knife
Let's see if in that way
My existence ends
Let's see if in that way
My existence ends
How sad it had been, countryman
To separate from a single nest
How sad it had been, countryman
To separate from a single nest
I never thought, little Indian
To part from you
I never thought, little Indian
To part from you
Mestizo, because of you I get drunk
Black, because of you I stay up all night
Mestizo, because of you I get drunk
Black, because of you I stay up all night
Mestizo, because of you I get drunk
Black, because of you I stay up all night
Mestizo, because of you I get drunk
Black, because of you I stay up all night
