Cruz de Palo
Andres Soler
Wooden Cross
When it's my turn to leave this life
I will leave for sure because the world is ungrateful
If you have money they give you a helping hand
If you have nothing and no one pays attention to you
That's why I want that on my grave
Just put a wooden cross on me
Let them bury me there among the mountains
Because I don't want to be in a cemetery
My soul is already very tired
My eyes withered from crying so much
The light that guided me was lost in nothingness
Death will have to come very soon
Since I don't have the warmth of my parents
My cruel suffering is more bitter
On my path there is only sadness from no one I ever expect advice
