1990s
But I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave,
it'd be a crying shame
In every breath and every word,
I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio
You hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world,
so soft and slow
If you would leave,
it'd be a crying shame
In every breath and every word,
I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio
You hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world,
so soft and slow