La Última Carta
Vicente Fernández
The Last Letter
I'm sick, alone, sad, and abandoned
My hair's gone white from the pain I've been through
I feel my hand trembling
As I write you this last letter
To say that
There's no resentment in my soul
Not a single reproach
It was my fate that darkened the black night
I want you to know I loved you to death
But the luck of your love
Separated us
I want you to know when you read my last letter
That even in my final moments
I miss you
That I see your image coming closer slowly
And sweetly I hear your voice
I open my arms because I think you've come back
And I only find the redeemer
Crucified
And there's no lie in the feeling
Of a dying man
Who says goodbye to you from this world
Oh
I want you to know when you read my last letter
That even in my final moments
I miss you
That I see your image coming closer slowly
And sweetly I hear your voice
I open my arms because I think you've come back
And I only find the redeemer
Crucified
And there's no lie in the feeling
Of a dying man
Who says goodbye to you from this world