She left, at dawn, down the road, bathed in tears
And I, who love her so much, full of pride, saw her leave
Thus, with my own hands, I dug the grave , from my soul
No more, for being such a coward, for not telling her that I loved her
No more, for being such a coward, for not telling her that I loved her
I saw myself in his black eyes, and when he said goodbye, I felt death
Perhaps, I already changed his luck, the bad luck, that I gave him
So, with my own hands, I dug the grave, of my soul
No more, for being such a coward, for not telling her that I loved her
No more, for being such a coward, for not telling her that I loved her

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