H ot chili peppers in the blistering su n
Dust on my face and my c ape
Me and Magdalena on the r un
I think this time we shall esc ape.
S old my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to h ide
But I can get another o ne
And I'll play for Magdalena as we r ide.
N o llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to D urango.
A garrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fa ndango .
P ast the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on s tone .
At night I dream of bells in the villa ge steeple
Then I see the bloody face of Ramon .
W as it me that shot him down in the c antina
Was it my hand that held the g un?
Come let us fly my Ma gdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is do ne.
N o llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to D urango .
A garrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.
A t the corrida we'll sit in the sh ade
And watch the young torero stand al one.
We'll drink tequila where our grand fathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into To rreon.
T hen the padre will recite the prayers of o ld
In the little church this side of to wn.
I will wear new boots and an ear ring of gold
You'll shine with diamonds in your w edding gown.
T he way is long but the end is ne ar
Already the fiesta has b egun.
The face of God will app ear
With His serpent eyes of o bsidian.
N o llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to D urango .
A garrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the f andango .
W as that the thunder that I hear d?
My head is vibrating I feel a sharp p ain
Come sit by me don't say a wo rd
Oh can it be that I am s lain?
Q uick Magdalena take my gun
Look up in the hills that flash of li ght.
I 'm well my little one
We may not make it through the n ight .
N o llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Du rango .
A garrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fa ndango.
