La Cruz
Trotsky Vengaran
The Cross
I don't want to know about you anymore
I want to leave behind everything that happened
I can blame you on alcohol
But we both fell into this trap
Now I only think about escaping
Death is looming, it can touch us
I want to be strong but I'm not
I'm a poor devil burning on the cross
Without seeing the light
A poor devil carrying his cross
The flesh is weak, my soul too
I always end up doing
what shouldn't be done
I want to be faithful to one love
I'm a poor devil burning on his cross
Without seeing the light.
