La hija de Juan Simón [English translation]

When my condemnation was over

When my condemnation was over

I was living alone and lost.

She died of grief.

And I, the reason for her death,

know that she died still good (still healthy).

She died of grief.

And I, the reason for her death,

know that she died still good (still healthy).

She was buried in the afternoon,

the Juan Simón's daughter,

Simón was in the city

Simón was in the city

The only gravedigger.

He himself carried his daughter

to the graveyard

He himself digged her grave

He himself digged her grave

as he whispered a prayer.

One of his hands he held the shovel,

and on his shoulder a hoe

His friends asked him,

everybody asked him:

"Where did you come from, Juan Simón?"

"I am the gravedigger and I come,

I am the gravedigger and I come

to bury my heart."

• Artist:Antonio Molina