Tierra Mala
Priscila Y Sus Balas de Plata
Bad Land
That you leave my love
My poverty tired you
Because of the temptations of the treacherous destiny
Telling me that you adored me
Your caresses deceived me
I got tangled in your falsehood
All your lies, my love
I always believed in truths
Let me die of sadness
Let the feeling kill me
And the memory I have of you
The wind has carried it far away
If you leave, let it be forever
I don't want you to come back
Because in land that is already bad, my love
Not even the grass grows
Let me die of sadness
Let the feeling kill me
And the memory I have of you
The wind has carried it far away
If you leave, let it be forever
I don't want you to come back
Because in land that is already bad, my love
Not even the grass grows
