Con Mis Propias Manos
Lucha Villa
With My Own Hands
He left, at dawn, along the path, bathed in tears
And I, who love him so much, filled with pride, saw him leave
So, with my own hands, I dug the grave of my soul
No more, for being so cowardly, for not telling him that I loved him
I saw myself in his dark eyes, and as he said goodbye, I felt death
Perhaps, my luck has changed, the bad luck that I gave him
So, with my own hands, I dug the grave of my soul
No more, for being so cowardly, for not telling him that I loved him
For not telling him that I loved her.
