Me Caso El Sábado
Me caso el sábado
Perdóname
Ya escucho las campanas de tu boda repicar
Irás del brazo de él, no hay nada que agregar
Qué importa mi sufrir si te has vendido ya
Lujosas vestimentas en tu boda se verán
Ahí vas a pasar y no me notarás
Vestido de pobreza llorando en el portal
Por tres monedas, por tres monedas
Me cambiaste por tres monedas
Amor de pobre, qué poco vale
No hay quien que lo quiera
Por tres monedas, por tres monedas
Me cambiaste por tres monedas
Amor de pobre, qué poco vale
No hay quien lo quiera
Ya escucho las campanas de tu boda repicar
A él le mentirás, a Dios no engañarás
Porque el hijo que viene mi sangre llevará
Porque el hijo que viene mi sangre llevará
Ya escucho las campanas de tu boda repicar
A él le mentirás, a Dios no engañarás
Porque el hijo que viene mi sangre llevará
Porque el hijo que viene mi sangre llevará
I'm Getting Married on Saturday
I'm getting married on Saturday
Forgive me
I can already hear the bells of your wedding ringing
You'll go with him, there's nothing more to add
What does my suffering matter if you've already sold yourself
Luxurious garments will be seen at your wedding
There you'll pass by and you won't notice me
Dressed in poverty, crying at the gate
For three coins, for three coins
You traded me for three coins
Love of the poor, how little it's worth
There's no one who wants it
For three coins, for three coins
You traded me for three coins
Love of the poor, how little it's worth
There's no one who wants it
I can already hear the bells of your wedding ringing
You'll lie to him, you won't deceive God
Because the child that comes will carry my blood
Because the child that comes will carry my blood
I can already hear the bells of your wedding ringing
You'll lie to him, you won't deceive God
Because the child that comes will carry my blood
Because the child that comes will carry my blood