A Los Cuatro Vientos
Traileros Del Norte
To the Four Winds
Let
The tears
Bathe me
The soul
I want to cry
I bring
A feeling
I want to scream
To the four
Winds
That I am not
Anything
That I am not
Nobody
That I am worth
Nothing
Without your love
Woman
I want
You to know
That I am
Crying
Like
Men
Not
Like drunks
I want
You to know
That I am
Paying
With bitter tears
My false
Pride
My vanity
Let
The tears
Bathe me
The soul
It's not
That I want
To feel
Like a saint
Let me cry
I don't
Know
What I bring
I don't
Know what
I carry
In my heart
I want
You to know
That seeing you
With someone else
My false
Pride
Bends
How little
I am worth
Without your affection
How little
I am worth
Now without
Your love
Let
The tears
Bathe me
The soul
It's not
That I want
To feel
Like a saint
Let me cry
I don't
Know
What I bring
I don't
Know what
I carry
In my heart
I want
You to know
That seeing you
With someone else
My false
Pride
Bends
How little
I am worth
Without your affection
How little
I am worth
Now without
Your love
