Malinche was an indian maid of old Mexico She dreamed someday shed be a wife She hoped it would be so But Malinche fell for a conquerer That landed his ship at bay His skin was fair like a new moon Hed sailed from far away Far away Now Cortes saw this indian girl As his stallion carried him through The battlefield that he had won Where blood laid like the dew He courted the girl of the new world And taught him to live his way But Malinche knew deep in her heart That he would leave some day Leave some day His armies took the mainland Outnumbered 300 to one Driven by the lure of treasure and glory to be won Then he sailed away to his homeland Malinche knew she was right Cause her heart was on that Spanish ship Sailing out of sight Out of sight Out of sightYou might also like
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