Years of living right on the edge
Close to the Rio Grande or Rio Bravo
(it is basically the same thing)
But one has clear water
And it is not in our side
I never found a good pay job
And that’s where I lost faith
In only one day. I lose myself
That night shift.
There is no twice in life
A father like mine
¿Why I am not a father like mine?
First, I need to find a wife.
Don’t envy the lament of a real man
Soon my dear, soon
I will scape the wonderful world
But, before I do turn myself
Into the piece of peace
I will touch the skin of our children
Never say goodbye
To the mother of the offspring
Even if I haven’t given her a ring
And I lack empathy and I am unemployed
Although my children have not born yet
In the womb of the beloved, where else?
There is a candle waiting for darkness
Or a rotten apple in the corner of the dormitory
Open the arms and fly
To open the cloudy sky
Jump from the window
Come on love me baby burlesk
How happy would be to be a father
Than sleeping on chair desk
Children that holds my two sinner hands
Hope is the only thing in the borderlands.