I should have cut my vains
When before the hurtings of my verse
You made my dark flesh doubt
With a word I didn't know
Only thinking of it makes my blood freeze
How blind I was!
When looking with your eyes into mine
You told me so:
Give me a love limo, Dolores
Give it to my for charity
And put some flowers on my cross, Dolores
For God will pay you
Don't negate it, girl of the mountains
It's the water to be drunk
Have samaritan mercy
For the bitterness of my existence.
Ow, doesn't it hurt you if I cry, Dolores?
Doesn't it hurt you fro me?
And give me a love limo
Give it to me, my Dolores
Because I'm going to die
I don't need your poor riches
And I don't want you to judge on me
It's enough and too much to cry channels
Bitten veins and regret
But what never in your life
You will be able to know
Is that up to that moment full of agony
I will have to love you
Give me a love limo, Dolores
Give it to my for charity
And put some flowers on my cross, Dolores
For God will pay you
Don't negate it, girl of the mountains
It's the water to be drunk
Have samaritan mercy
For the bitterness of my existence.
Ow, doesn't it hurt you if I cry, Dolores?
Doesn't it hurt you fro me?
And give me a love limo
Give it to me, my Dolores
Because I'm going to die
Ow, don't negate it, girl of the mountains
It's the water to be drunk
Have samaritan mercy
For the bitterness of my existence
Ow, doesn't it hurt you if I cry, Dolores?
Doesn't it hurt you fro me?
And give me a love limo
Give it to me, my Dolores
Because I'm going to die