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Pensando en la pasión que ya me abruma
Por más que a tantas tentaciones huyas,
Hoy fui al espejo, y me besé yo misma,
Haciendo el rostro de la imagen tuyo.
 
El cristal me ha mentido de tal suerte,
Que vi en él su lindo rostro impreso,
Que caí desmayada, y quedé inerte,
Creyendo tuyo mi solitario beso.
 
Y cuando la razón a me asombra
Pensar, con insensato desvarío,
Que si queman los besos de una sombra,
Tus besos matarán, amado mío.
 
Y la terrible reflexión me aterra,
Aunque causa decírtelo sonrojos,
Pensando ser feliz sobre la tierra,
Rompí el cristal para buscar tus ojos.
 
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Love's Tragedy Asunder

Here in the shadows
There's no wishing well
May the Blessed one forgive me
Like so many times before
There's no saviour at the door
It won't matter anymore
 
Touch me now while we reach the end,
I wonder where you are right now, right now,
Oh my dear
 
She still has sunshine in her weary eyes
A bed of roses to testify my love
A promise made, now I will make a try
There is no power in earth to tear us apart
 
Love's tragedy asunder
Oh, set your spirit free
Love's tragedy asunder
Do I believe
 
Deep in the shadows there's no release
(I believe) Deep in the shadows you won't find peace
(I believe) We live in a dreamworld, it's over now
I'll take your hand, our time is sure to come
 
On broken wings I try to fly
I'm sorry I will get it by
All praise and glory,
All praise and glory to love
 
I've buried sunlight when I shutter eyes
Dead leaves to dust, the seasons bloom
A glimpse of Heaven showed an angel cry
Tenfold the cries of Crack of Doom
 
Love's tragedy asunder
Wanted peace for me
Love's tragedy asunder
Will I be free
 
Love's tragedy asunder
Will I be free
Love's tragedy asunder
Falling misery
Love's tragedy asunder
Do I believe
Love's tragedy asunder
Still I believe
 

Mexican Curious

Ahí les va luego un vacile,
aunque peguen tres respingos,
de como los mexicanos
nos vamos volviendo gringos.
 
'Quick lunch' le llaman la fonda
al señor le dicen 'mister'
y pa' pedirte tu hermana
te dicen: 'give me your sister'.
 
Esta muy bien el turismo
pero en toda la nación
ahora toman coca-cola
en ves de tlachicatol(?).
 
Ya unos mascan su chicle
otros mastican tabaco
y hasta los mismos fréjoles
les dicen 'beans de apisajo'
 
Ya todas la güeras gringas
dueñas de México beach
para mentarte la madre
te gritan 'son of a bitch'
 
Si te peleas con algunas
te echan de gallo a su 'brother'
tras dementarte ser 'faggot'
te rompen toda la 'mother'
 
Si te las das te turista
y andas sin poco de malas
recorre toda la unión
pero no vayas a Dallas.
 
Clinton le dijo a Zedillo
ya no me des por mi lado
o te pones con tu cuerno
o ya no hay libre tratado.
 
Ahora sí no entiendo nada
puros chismes de mujeres
tal parece que el tratado
lo iban con alfileres.
 
Esto del libre tratado
mas que tratar nos maltratan
y hablando de libertades
mas que librarnos nos matan.
 
Pobres de los mexicanos
que trabajan sin contrato
no conocen ni el tratado
pero sufren el maltrato.
 
Esos gringos carapaidas
tan dueños de la verdad
defienden su libertad
con puras bardas metálicas
 
No importa que gane Clinton
puede elegirse cualquiera
México siempre te toca
bailar con la misma fiera.
 
Esto del libre tratado
no le conviene a Zedillo
pues siga o no siga Clinton
anda en quiebra el estanquillo.
 
Los banqueros como lloran
tienen al pueblo intranquilo
pues se la pasan llorando
dolares de cocodrilo.
 
Esto del libre tratado
ponen muy mal al gobierno
parece telenoverla*
de la gloria y la del infierno.
 
Ya me voy a la tiznada
despedidas tengo algunas
a mi toda la gringada
me pela un guacal de tunas.
 

You Tell Me

Tallulah took a shower for an hour
Then walked down the street feeling beautiful and clean
Taulah met a man at a newstand
Who asked her how does she dream
What she's missing
Is someone
Who will listen
And then and then and then, you tell me
 
Tallulah your make-up needs a shake-up
Your hair frames a perfect face
Tallulah wasn't liberated
By France or any other revolution
What she's missing
Is someone
Who will listen
And then and then and then, you tell me
 
You tell me, I have a choice. You. You. You. Come on
 

Notell Hotel

I checked into the room and I checked the view
And then I locked and chained the door
I had time to kill I had space to fill
Like a prisoner on the floor
But then the silence broke, there's a woman
screaming down the hall
And I wondered what was going on
Here at the Notell Hotel
So I killed the light and I slipped the chain
And took a peek into the hall
I was just in time to see the waiter trip
and drop the dinner on the floor
But the bellboy smiled as the elevator started to fall
And I wondered what was going on
Down at the Notell Hotel
Ooh, I love a mystery (cover up and intrigue)
Life can be a thriller, a fantasy of everything I see
Ooh, how I love a mystery (turned up raincoats)
Secret agents, waiting for the missing clue
At a rendezvous
I heard the sound of feet and I looked out to
Meet a girl I knew I'd seen before
She had the kind of looks, you see in dirty books
And she was dripping on the floor
She was taking a shower when someone tiptoed in
And turned out the lights
It's gonna be one of those nights
Down at the Notell Hotel
I took her into my room and picked the lock on the bar
To get a drink to calm her down
Then the mirror cracked as the window shook
And the table turned around
And when I grabbed at the phone
There was a voice at the end of the line
'Is that 1059? Is anything wrong, Is there anything wrong'
Here at the Notell Hotel
Ooh, I love a mystery (cover up and intrigue)
Life can be a thriller, a fantasy of everything I see
Ooh, how I love a mystery (turned up raincoats)
Secret agents, waiting for the missing clue
At a rendezvous
Is anything wrong? Is anything wrong?
Is anything wrong? Is anything wrong?