When I served my sentence
When I served my sentence
I found myself alone and lost

She died from sadness
And the guilt is due to the fact
That she died being good
She died from sadness
And the guilt is due to the fact
That she died being good

They buried her in the afternoon
Juan Simón's daughter
And Simón was in the town
And Simón was in the town
The only gravedigger
And like so he had the shovel in one hand
And in the other one the hoe
And everyone asked him
"Where do you come from, Juan Simón?"
I am gravedigger‚ and I come
I am gravedigger‚ and I come
From burying my heart