When I finished my sentence
I lived very lonely and lost
She died of sorrow and I
That I've been the one to blame
I know she died being a good person
She died of sorrow and I
That I've been the one to blame
I know she died being a good person
She was buried in the evening
Juan Simón's daughter
And it was Simón in the village
And it was Simón in the village, oh!
The only gravedigger.
And since he was carrying in one hand the shovel
And the hoe in the shoulder
And the friends ask him
And everyone asked him, oh,
where do you come from Juan Simón
I'm a gravedigger and I come
I'm a gravedigger and I come
I'm a gravedigger and I come, oh,
from burying my heart.