Ella Se Llamaba Martha
José María Napoleón
Her Name Was Martha
She trembled in my hands
It was her first time
Her name was Martha and from that day
She became my wife
She hugged me in silence
And left her will
She was a messenger dove that brought
Little pieces of happiness
She stuck a thorn in me
In the middle of my soul and said goodbye
She left one morning and
Left my house full of pain
She left me crying if I could forget
If God could
She left me crying if I could forget
If God could
She was a cloud in the sky
That the wind blurred
Her love for me was a lie and despite
Everything, I remember her
Today time barely grows
Time has passed and
It doesn't ask for my name
After a letter, she forgot everything
She stuck a thorn in me
In the middle of my soul and said goodbye
She left one morning and
Left my house full of pain
She left me crying if I could forget
If God could
She left me crying if I could forget
If God could
Her name was Martha
That was her name
Her name was Martha
Her name was Martha, that was her name
Her name was Martha
That was her name
Her name was Martha
Her name was Martha, that was her name
Her name was Martha
That was her name
Her name was Martha
Her name was Martha, that was her name
Her name was Martha
That was her name
Her name was Martha
Her name was Martha, that was her name
