En La Raya
Joan Sebastian
On The Line
If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, let it not be by treachery
If you look for me, you will surely find me
I tell you with my heart
Of my vices, none is shameful
They are guitar, horse and woman
I prefer a woman with a braid
A dark horse, to ride it
And I'm very old-fashioned
I am like this, and what am I going to do about it?
And my heart calms down
Just wanting and wanting
If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, let it not be by treachery
If you look for me, you will surely find me
I tell you with my heart
Of my vices, I never shame myself
They are guitar, horse and woman
The guitar, to sing to the wind
Joys or sorrows, for some reason
And I'm very old-fashioned
I am like this, and what am I going to do about it?
And my heart calms down
Just wanting and wanting
If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, let it not be by treachery
If you look for me, you will surely find me
I tell you with my heart
