Quiebro Mi Vaso

At your feet I am
To give you all that I am
In front of you

Receive here Lord
My perfume and my tears
That will fall

Just by looking at your face
I was forgiven
After I saw you

And all my treasures
I will pour out before you

I break my glass
I break my glass
At your feet
At the feet of my Beloved

And no matter the price
Of the spilled perfume
Your presence is worth more
Your presence is worth more