Tu Mano En La Mia

I have your hand in mine.
I kiss it with passion.
And I take a good bite
from your charming finger.
My happiness would be endless
if you were still here.
But I still keep your hand
as a precious souvenir.
The night of your death
I cut it off to comfort myself.
And now every time I kiss it
I get it all smeared with blood.
What a shame I had to kill you.
I ruined my life this way.
And when they come to arrest me
I'll still have your hand in mine.