Canción Del Cazador

What hunter shot down those letters
that you never sent me,
what fire burned them,
in what river did they drown.
Who convinced your hands not to,
who your heart,
who your heart,
who your heart,
who your mouth.

It's better if black birds go away,
better leave me alone,
for I'm in love with another death.
(Not a word of this to the mailmen) (x3)

What hunter...

It's better if they go away...