Con Mis Propias Manos
Javier Solís
With My Own Hands
She left, at dawn,
On the path bathed in tears
And I who love her so much,
Proudly watched her leave.
So with my own hands,
I dug the grave of my soul,
Just for being so cowardly
For not telling her that I loved her
Just for being so cowardly
For not telling her that I loved her.
I saw myself in her dark eyes
And as she said goodbye, I felt death,
Maybe her luck has changed by now,
The bad luck that I gave her.
So with my own hands,
I dug the grave of my soul,
Just for being so cowardly
For not telling her that I loved her
Just for being so cowardly
For not telling her that I loved her.
