El Carpintero Del Amor

I had a love that in my heart
Drew black marks
And from the sawdust that remained there
My sorrows were born (repeat)

Plane to polish
Anxieties of my soul
Saw to cut
Love that hurts and harms (repeat)

Carpenter of your skin
Cabinetmaker of your breath
My hammer and my chisel
Are shaping my lament

The party is in my workshop
My friends my tools
Where will my woman be
My wood and the experience