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

Sobreviviendo

Sin sangre mi cuerpo

Es amor doloroso

Somos los terribles

(Surviving

Without blood in my body

This painful love

We were terrible)