| He wanted to beat death
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| wanted to win the race
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| Three years without seeing her and I can't reach her
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| On a wooden cross
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| I hang up the white shoes
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| That on the day of the wedding he promised her
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| I raise my eyes to the sky
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| And she shouted I love you
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| I am the foreigner who finally returned
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| I bring you a lot of money
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| Say the townspeople
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| That from loving him so much she died
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| under his portrait
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| She held out her white dress
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| And drowned in tears her voice was heard
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| «Yes, when I asked for your hand
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| We arrived almost naked to the altar of the church
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| And I dragging my pride
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| I remember that because we were poor, we couldn't have a party
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| You wanted a white dress, and I promised you
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| Although late, I'll leave it there
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| Hopefully in the afterlife, the world will be, be more equal
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| Because without your love, I will not die of old age»
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| another day in the morning
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| The foreigner got up
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| Her child of hers and her dog of hers and she said goodbye
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| With great pain she saw the earth
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| where he lived his misery
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| And because of her, her beloved died
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| At the pace of his horse
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| They were praying a rosary
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| For the novena of the one I adore
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| On the slope of the hill
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| I heard a goldfinch sing
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| They say that from heaven she sang to them
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| She wanted to beat death
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| wanted to win the race
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| Three years without seeing her and I can't reach her |