La Vieja Banca
Los Invasores de Nuevo León
The Old Bench
There in front of the church
an old bench that witnessed
those promises
of love you made to me
that I will not forget
it is also a witness
that when you left
I wanted to stop you
my soul breaks
my soul breaks
just thinking
that you will not return
so much suffering
inside my soul
such great pain
crying in silence
my life is ending
I miss your love
my soul breaks to see the old bench
since I lost you
I don't sit on it
I don't sit on it
because I'm afraid that one day it will ask me
what has become of you.
