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