Teardrops and emptiness have painted my destiny
It could go each space, it has a taste of exile and of fatigue
I left my country, my path and my people, I just wanted to follow you and love you
And i found out too late that to meet you, are missing lives and are left over deaths
A light is missing and the forgetfulness is not moving me away from my people
By my faith I'm still alive, because Mexico is with me
I left my country, my path and my people, I just wanted to follow you and love you
And i found out too late that to meet you, are missing lives and are left over deaths