De Rama en Rama
Los Tigres del Norte
From Branch to Branch
From branch to branch it is seen since it is not in my nest
that love that swore it would not forget me
If I once had illusions, it took them away on its wings
but the pride I have didn't let me beg
I got up slowly, raised my head
and without drinking a single cup, I climbed back to my throne
I don't enjoy my defeat because the love that leaves me
small won't see me
A few days ago she came back, said I should forgive her
that I shouldn't hold a grudge, she feels very defeated
doesn't matter if I died of loneliness in my bed
I don't forgive a love that left my nest
flying from branch to branch
It doesn't matter if I died
of loneliness in my bed
I don't forgive a love
that walked away from my nest
flying from branch to branch.
