Con Mis Propias Manos

She left at dawn along the road bathed in tears
And I, who love her so much, proudly watched her leave

So with my own hands I dug the grave of my soul
No longer for being so cowardly, for not telling her that I loved her

I saw myself in her dark eyes and as she said goodbye, I felt death
Perhaps her luck has changed, the bad luck that I gave her

So with my own hands I dug the grave of my soul
No longer for being so cowardly, for not telling her that I loved her
She left at dawn...