A Los Cuatro Vientos
La Arrolladora Banda El Limón De René Camacho
To the Four Winds
Let, let the tears
Bathe my soul
I want to cry, I bring a feeling
I want to shout to the four winds
That I am nothing, that I am nobody
That I am worth nothing without your love, woman
I want you to know that I am drinking
Like men, not like drunks
I want you to know that I am paying
A bitter cry, my false pride
My vanity
Let the tears bathe my soul
And it's not that I want to feel like a saint
I want to cry, I don't know what I carry
I don't know what I carry in my heart
I want you to know that seeing you distant
My false pride is humbled
How little I am worth without your affection
How little I am worth now without your love
Let the tears bathe my soul
And it's not that I want to feel like a saint
I want to cry, I don't know what I carry
I don't know what I carry in my heart
I want you to know that seeing you distant
My false pride is humbled
How little I am worth without your affection
How little I am worth now without your love
Let the tears
Bathe my soul
