The Enemy Guns

Oh my love Here in our darkest hour It is you, my desert flower That I am dreaming of We're up to our neck in foreign soil We are the sacramental spoils And they love to choke The rivers with my brothers' blood We have given our bodies To the Mexican army But my heart and soul Belong to you my love /] So let the enemy guns Cut me to ribbons For my eternal soul Will know the way back home Sobre viviendo Si sangre mi cuerpo Para [...] [...] And I have given my body To the Mexican army But my heart and soul Belong to you my love So let the enemy guns Cut me to ribbons For my eternal soul Will know the way back home Sobre viviendo Si sangre mi cuerpo Esta [...] doloroso So [...]