La Última Carta

I am sick alone, sad and abandoned
My hair white from the sorrows I have endured
I feel my hand trembling
To write you the last letter
To tell you

That there is no resentment within my soul
Nor a reproach
It was my fate that darkened the night
I want you to know that I loved you until death
But the fate of your love
Separated us

I want you to know as you look at my last letter
That even in my final moments
I miss you
That I see your image approaching slowly
And sweetly I hear your voice

I open my arms because I believe you have returned
And only find the Redeemer
Crucified
And there is no lying in the feeling
Of a dying man
Who bids you farewell

Oh

I want you to know as you look at my last letter
That even in my final moments
I miss you
That I see your image approaching slowly
And sweetly I hear your voice

I open my arms because I believe you have returned
And only find the Redeemer
Crucified
And there is no lying in the feeling
Of a dying man
Who bids you farewell