Del Otro Lado Del Portón
Ramón Ayala Y Sus Bravos Del Norte
On the Other Side of the Gate
For stealing what's not mine
I have paid a high price
Just as I stole it
So it was stolen from me
For cutting flowers
In foreign gardens
The flower that was in my house
Was taken by a gardener
And my bed is so cold without her love
And I'm on the other side of the gate
I stole it and it was stolen from me
I took it and it was taken from me
This life collects everything
And now I'm the one paying
I stole it and it was stolen from me
I took it and it was taken from me
And now I'm paying the price
When love is lost
And I'm on the other side of the gate
And I'm on the other side of the gate
For stealing what's not mine
I have paid a high price
Just as I stole it
So it was stolen from me
For cutting flowers
In foreign gardens
The flower that was in my house
Was taken by a gardener
And my bed is so cold without her love
And I'm on the other side of the gate
I stole it and it was stolen from me
I took it and it was taken from me
This life collects everything
And now I'm the one paying
I stole it and it was stolen from me
I took it and it was taken from me
And now I'm paying the price
When love is lost
And I'm on the other side of the gate
And I'm on the other side of the gate
