La Hija de Juan Simón
Cuando acabé mi condena
Viví muy solo y perdido
Ella se murió de pena y yo
Que la causa he sido sé que murió siendo buena
Ella se murió de pena y yo
Que la causa he sido sé que murió siendo buena.
La enterraron por la tarde
A la hija de juan simón
Y era simón en el pueblo
Y era simón en el pueblo ay,
El único enterraor
El mismo a su propia hija
Al cementerio llevó
Y el mismo cavó la fosa
Y el mismo cavó la fosa murmurando una oración.
Y como en una mano llevaba la pala
Y en el hombro el azadón
Sus amigos le preguntan
Y todos le preguntaban ay
De donde vienes juan simón
Soy enterraor y vengo
Soy enterraror y vengo
Soy enterraror y vengo ay
De enterrar mi corazón.
Juan Simon's Daughter
When I finished my sentence
I lived very alone and lost
She died of sorrow and I
Who have been the cause know she died being good
She died of sorrow and I
Who have been the cause know she died being good.
They buried her in the afternoon
The daughter of Juan Simon
And it was Simon in the village
And it was Simon in the village ay,
The only gravedigger
He himself to his own daughter
To the cemetery he took
And he himself dug the grave
And he himself dug the grave murmuring a prayer.
And as he carried the shovel in one hand
And the pickaxe on his shoulder
His friends asked him
And everyone asked him ay
Where are you coming from Juan Simon
I am a gravedigger and I come
I am a gravedigger and I come
I am a gravedigger and I come ay
To bury my heart.