Sacrilegio
Picaflor de Los Andes
Sacrilege
We both swore to love each other, to love each other
And we promised that sacrilege before a crucifix
I will pay the guilt of both
I will implore heaven for its forgiveness
You will continue pretending to be good
Falsely sowing evil
Because I believed in your oath
I adored you despite everything, all your deceit
And if death touches me first
I will beg that you also go
To see if, before the Almighty
You can deny all your wickedness
With my suffering I will go through life
Like leaves that fly in the wind without return
From town to town I will go proclaiming
That you are very fickle, that you have no soul