It was by the will of God
That I live in this anxiety
That all woes are mine
That this is all I want
It was by the will of God
What a strange kind of life
Has this heart of mine
It lives of a lost life
Who would cast it the spell
What a strange kind of life
Independent heart
Heart that I do not command
You live lost among the people
Stubbornly bleeding
Independent heart
I do not accompany you any more
Stop, cease beating
If you do not know where you're going
why do you insist in running
I do not accompany you any more
If you know not where you're going
Stop, cease beating
I do not accompany you any more