If I die, it must be on the line,
if they kill me that is not treasonous
If they seek me, I'm sure they find me
I tell them with my heart
Of my vices, none is shame
they are guitar horse and woman
I prefer the woman with braid
horse retinto pa charrear in the
And it is that I am well plated to the old
I am like that, and what am I going to do
and it is that my heart is appeased
nothing with wanting and wanting
If I die it must be in the line
if they kill me that is not treasonous
If they look for me sure they find me
I tell them with my heart
Of my vices I never afflict myself
they are guitar horse and woman
the guitar to sing to the wind
joys and sorrows, for some want
And it is that I am well plated to the old
I am like that, and what am I going to do
and it is that my heart is appeased
nothing with wanting and wanting
If I die it must be in the line
if they kill me that is not treasonous
If they look for me sure they find me
I tell them with my heart
Only among all we can make this a better place :)