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No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone. Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
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Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape, Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape. |
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Sold my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide, But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride. |
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No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone. Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
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Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people Hoofbeats like castanets on stone. At night I dream of bells in the village steeple . Then I see the bloody face of Ramon. |
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Was it me that shot him down in the cantina Was it my hand that held the gun? Come, let us fly, my Magdalena . The dogs are barking and what's done is done. |
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No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone. Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
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At the corrida we'll sit in the shade And watch the young torero stand alone. We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed When they rode with Villa into Torreon. |
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No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone. Soon you will be dancing the fandango.
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Then the padre will recite the prayers of old In the little church this side of town. I will wear new boots and an earring of gold You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown. |
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The way is long but the end is near . Already the fiesta has begun. The face of God will appear . With His serpent eyes of obsidian. |
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No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone. Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
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Was that the thunder that I heard? My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain Come sit by me, don't say a word . Oh, can it be that I am slain? |
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No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone. Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
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Quick, Magdalena, take my gun. Look up in the hills, that flash of light. Aim well my little one . We may not make it through the night. |
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No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone. Soon you will be dancing the fandango. |
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