She left at daybreak
soaked in tears along the way,
and I, who love her so ...
full of pride, I watched her go.
This way, with my own hands,
I dug the grave of my sole,
just for being such a coward,
for not telling her 'I love you',
just for being such a coward,
for not telling her 'I love you'.
I saw myself in her dark eyes
and, I felt like dying when she said good-bye.
Perhaps her luck has already changed,
the bad luck that, to her, I gave.
This way, with my own hands,
I dug the grave of my sole,
just for being such a coward,
for not telling her 'I love you',
just for being such a coward,
for not telling her 'I love you'.