Quien Baja La Pala?

You think the one who lowers the shovel buries you
my love, don't leave me waiting for your kisses.
The sun and the rain serve me well on my body
perhaps the bitter hours will leave me.
Precious, I don't know where I can take you
dust to dust, that's where we come from.
Bite the hand that suffocates your happiness
break free from those snobby looks.
The mask weighs heavy...
I'm diving in, baby...
the world doesn't wait... no!
Make sure that idleness doesn't become a habit
cheers, never say time is enough for me.