Margarita, Margarita
The softness of your body
And the hunger in my soul
Is the only secret, I'll ever
know
Margarita
We grew up together
While our families worked
the land
And the shadows never touched
The places where we ran
But as the years went drifting
by
And harvest turned to sand
She went away, I had to stay
I'll never understand
Margarita, Margarita
The softness of your body
And the hunger in my soul
Is the only secret, I'll ever
know
Margarita
Sometimes in the evening
At the closing of the day
I look down on the valley
Where we used to lay
But now there's just a whisper
And an o!d familiar name
Margarita, give anything to
see you
It feels so good to say
Margarita, Margarita
The softness of your body
And the hunger in my soul
Is the only secret, I'll ever
know
Margarita
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