Simón El Enterrador

They buried yesterday, late
Juan Simon's daughter
Simon was in the town
The only gravedigger
The only gravedigger

When the last breath
In his arms she exhaled
He himself, to his own daughter
To the cemetery he took
To the cemetery he took

He himself, dug the grave
Murmuring a prayer
Saying goodbye forever
To Juan Simon's daughter
To Juan Simon's daughter

And crying like a child
From the cemetery he left
With the bar in one hand
And on his shoulder the pickaxe
And on his shoulder the pickaxe

People asked him
Where are you coming from Simon?
And he, wiping his tears
Answered in a low voice
Answered in a low voice

I'm a gravedigger and I come
To bury my heart
I'm a gravedigger and I come
To bury my heart
To bury my heart