La hija de Juan Simón [English translation]

When I finished my sentence

I lived very lonely and lost

She died of sorrow and I

That I've been the one to blame

I know she died being a good person

She died of sorrow and I

That I've been the one to blame

I know she died being a good person

She was buried in the evening

Juan Simón's daughter

And it was Simón in the village

And it was Simón in the village, oh!

The only gravedigger.

And since he was carrying in one hand the shovel

And the hoe in the shoulder

And the friends ask him

And everyone asked him, oh,

where do you come from Juan Simón

I'm a gravedigger and I come

I'm a gravedigger and I come

I'm a gravedigger and I come, oh,

from burying my heart.