Four lit candles stand guard over a coffin
And in it lies the corpse of my love
Oh, what a cold wake, what loneliness and pain
Only the four candles are there
Also dressed in mourning, just like my heart

You will wander like a shadow and it will be your curse
That no one can love you the way I loved you
And you will have to answer before the tribunal of God
One does not kill with impunity, and you killed my love

Through the mountain I go carrying my coffin
And I will water with my tears a grave and a cross
Oh, what a cold procession, what loneliness and pain
Only the four candles are there
Also dressed in mourning, crying in my heart

You will wander like a shadow and it will be your curse
That no one can love you the way I loved you
And you will have to answer before the tribunal of God
One does not kill with impunity, and you killed my love
One does not kill with impunity, and you killed my love

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