Los Mariachis - Mariachi Masters, Vol. 3

Indio

Qué tristeza tiene el vientre de tu madre
Que ha parido la miseria que hay en ti
Hoy tu grito solo escuchan las montañas
Eres copla en mi garganta, nada más

Indio
Indio
Indio

Hoy tu carne machacada por los gringos
Con tu pena de hombre pobre crees en mí
Te han robado las entrañas de tu tierra
Otras panzas que se engordan con tu pan

Indio
Indio
Indio

Hoy te he visto caminando en las montañas
Con los ojos tan cansados de llorar
Tengo miedo, mucho miedo a tu mirada (indio)
Y a ese brillo de tu lanza montará (indio)
Indio

Piel de cobre muy curtida, milenaria
Por los siglos, de los siglos, nada más
Con mi canto guerrillero de esperanza
Voy buscando que tus hijos tengan pan

Indio
Indio
Indio

Indio
Indio
Indio
Indio

Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Avogadro, Elio Aldrighetti, Sergio Cossu Carrabetta, Piero Ameli
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