A Los Cuatro Vientos
Miguel Aceves Mejía
To the Four Winds
leave
Let the tears bathe my soul
I want to cry, I bring feeling
I want to shout from 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 what I'm taking
Like men, not drunks
I want you to know that I am paying
With bitter tears, 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 bring
I don't know what I have in my heart
I want you to know that when you see yourself alien
My false pride bowed
How little I am worth without your love
How little I am worth without your love
Let the tears bathe my soul
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 bring
I don't know what I have in my heart
I want you to know that when you see yourself alien
My false pride bowed
How little I am worth without your love
How little I am worth without your love
Let the tears bathe my soul
