Listen Isa don't you cry,
I can tell you've seen a fight,
All that's hurt is just your pride,
It's not a matter of which side I'm on.
And not for all the bottles,
Or the million dollars,
Would I ever trade my fire.
Listen brother don't be mad,
Isa's scared she's lost the boy that she once had,
You know she's proud that you're her dad,
It must be hard with all the changes.
And not for all the bottles,
Or the million dollars,
Would I ever trade my fire... oh no
And if it came tomorrow,
I would give my cold soul,
Just to see you smile again.
Listen Isa don't you cry,
Listen Isa don't you cry,
Listen Isa don't you cry... cry...cry
