When I finished my sentence
I was very lost and lonely
She died of sorrow
And I was the cause
I know she died being good
They buried her in the afternoon
The daughter of Juan Simón
And in the town, Simón
was the only gravedigger
He himself took his own
daughter to the cemetary
And he himself dug the grave
Muttering a prayer
And as he carried the
shovel in one hand
And the hoe on his shoulder
Friends ask him
And they all asked him
Where are you coming from Juan Simón?
I'm a gravedigger and I come
From burying my Heart