Me Caso El Sábado

I'm getting married on Saturday
Forgive me

I can already hear the bells of your wedding ringing
You'll go with him, there's nothing more to add
What does my suffering matter if you've already sold yourself

Luxurious garments will be seen at your wedding
There you'll pass by and you won't notice me
Dressed in poverty, crying at the gate

For three coins, for three coins
You traded me for three coins
Love of the poor, how little it's worth
There's no one who wants it

For three coins, for three coins
You traded me for three coins
Love of the poor, how little it's worth
There's no one who wants it

I can already hear the bells of your wedding ringing
You'll lie to him, you won't deceive God
Because the child that comes will carry my blood
Because the child that comes will carry my blood

I can already hear the bells of your wedding ringing
You'll lie to him, you won't deceive God
Because the child that comes will carry my blood
Because the child that comes will carry my blood