A Los Filos de Un Cuchillo

I would like to give my life

At the edge of a knife

I would like to give my life

At the edge of a knife

Let's see if in that way
My existence ends

Let's see if in that way
My existence ends

How sad it had been, countryman
To separate from a single nest

How sad it had been, countryman
To separate from a single nest

I never thought, little Indian
To part from you

I never thought, little Indian
To part from you

Mestizo, because of you I get drunk
Black, because of you I stay up all night

Mestizo, because of you I get drunk
Black, because of you I stay up all night

Mestizo, because of you I get drunk
Black, because of you I stay up all night

Mestizo, because of you I get drunk
Black, because of you I stay up all night