Mí Banda El Mexicano (popurrí)
La Septima Banda
My Band The Mexican (medley)
(And now with Mexican rhythm)
(The Seventh Band)
She was happy in her marriage
Although her husband was the same demon
The man had a bit of a bad temper
And she complained that he was never tender
For more than
Three years now
She's been receiving letters
From a stranger
Letters full of poetry
That have brought her joy
Who was writing you a thousand verses?
Tell me, girl, who was it?
Who was sending you flowers?
In the spring
With love you received them
As always without a card
He sent you a Little Bouquet of Violets
(Seventh)
(And let this cumbia be heard all the way to the port)
(Isn't that right, buddy Casimiro)
(The Seventh Band)
Today I want to talk about that girl
Beautiful like an angel like a goddess
Beautiful like the Sun like the blue sea
With beautiful eyes of the Sun its light
She may be very beautiful
But she is very proud
Mary, Mary
Mary the proud
Rolling, Rolling
Rolling on the river
(Oh, friend Germán Román)
(And let no one stay seated)
(With this cumbia)
Alone in my room in a corner
Drinking a glass and an illusion
How many hours I spend and nothing else
Than remembering her way of loving
We've been friends since childhood
And that's why I ask you, help me
Tonight I'm going out with you
I want to feel like the king of this world
I want to forget about that failure
About that failure
Help, help me!
I've put all my faith in your friendship
Help, help me!
And reach out your hand like a brother
Help, help me!
I've put all my faith in your friendship
Help, help me!
And reach out your hand like a brother
Who thinks of you?
Who has stolen your happy gaze?
Who has changed your illusion for pain?
Who has taken away your best moment?
Who thinks of you?
Who has stolen your happy gaze?
Who has changed your illusion for pain?
Who has taken away your best moment?
Who thinks of you?
Who thinks of you?
Who thinks of you?
Who thinks of you?
