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Say you're going to leave me
to see if that's how I beg you...
if you say you're leaving
you better not even say
*The Rains Are Going Too... ..*
and after a while it is raining...
If you think I have to beg you
you are wrong, beauty...
I am like the golden eagle
I only live in the heights
and even though the cactus thorns me...
I like to cut the prickly pears...
(And above Mazatlan Sinaloa old)
I never like to lose
br/>neither in love nor in gambling...
I like freedom
to do what I want
and in poker I'm going for the ace...
well with the ace I never lose....
I never like to beg
neither in love nor in money...
only for me to be
the love to which I give myself
and no one can teach...
from the fire that I light...
If you think I have to beg you
you are wrong, beauty...
I am like the golden eagle
I only live in the heights
and even though the cactus thorns me...
I like to cut the prickly pears...
So you are going to leave me
to see if that's how I beg you...
if you say that you're leaving
you better not even say
The Rains Are Going Too.....
and at the same time It's already raining for a while...