La Novia

Bianca, shining, goes the Bride
while, hidden in the crowd,
behind a hesitant tear,
I see my dreams dying.

There at the altar, she’s crying.
Everyone will say it’s joy,
while her heart is screaming:
Hail Mary!

You’ll lie because
you’ll say yes.
You’ll pray for me
but you’ll say yes.

I know,
you can’t forget.
Don’t suffer for me,
my soul.

There at the altar, she’s crying.
Everyone will say it’s joy,
while her heart is screaming:
Hail Mary!

Hail Mary!
Hail Mary!
Hail Mary!