Y Por Esa Calle Vive
Valentín Elizalde
And That Woman Lives Down That Street
If the woman who abandoned me lives down that street
My mom was to blame, as she discouraged her
She would bend down and smile, she might have thought I was begging her
Hopes that I beg her that time is gone
She cried another day in the morning
From a feeling
Of the love she lacked
She would bend down and smile, she might have thought I was begging her
Hopes that I beg her that time is gone
