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Los Lobos Live At The Fillmore

and me We were just chiquillos We would always run Through the tall nopal We would often say Say to each other There could be no fin Siempre los dos

Brother finds trouble on the street A piece of rock to make men weak Trembling eyes at everyone he meets Sister holds her baby in the bed Dreams and

The radio's on, the song they play Can't make no sense of what they say I couldn't tell you if I knew Don't understand most things I see In the blue

Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some

it 's a very old latin ameriacan song in spanish language( perhaps rumba rythm )which starts with the following words: Maria Christina me quiere gubienar

with you I'll walk alone if I can't walk with you I don't want nobody else, nobody else will do Life is too precious to live alone Life is too precious to live