La Calabaza
La Arrolladora Banda El Limón De René Camacho
The Pumpkin
With a kiss from her lips
She made my heart dream
The Indian was passionate
And now he suffers for love
Her mouth tasted like apple
I still remember those flavors
The silly forgetful girl
Has denied him for being poor
Like you're leaving, taking your scents
An Indian has grown sad over love
Like you're fake, just like a pumpkin
Anyone can poke you, and you’ll crack in no time
Like you’re overflowing with feelings
As long as there’s money involved
But this Indian has what you don’t worth
He has strong arms to lift himself up
And when he rises
He never picks up what was gathered before
Like you're leaving, taking your scents
An Indian has grown sad over love
Like you're fake, just like a pumpkin
Anyone can poke you, and you’ll crack in no time
Like you’re overflowing with feelings
As long as there’s money involved
But this Indian has what you don’t worth
He has strong arms to lift himself up
And when he rises
He never picks up what was gathered before
And when he rises
He never picks up what was gathered before
