Lagrimas In Mexico
Tear drops of the Aztec's empire
where Moctezuma saw the white god.
A man of iron with a curse,
a man of iron with ambition,
a man of iron with pride,
a man of iron with a doom.
People are fighting, fighting for their land,
fighting for love, fighting for hate.
No more Tlatuanis, no more empiredors,
no more conquistadors.
Lagrimas are falling, lagrimas of despair,
lagrimas of exhaustion, lagrimas of misery.
Tear drops flowing in the rio Grande (Bravo),
trying to reach
the land of free,
the land of milk and honey,
the land of the brave.
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