| I´m the bearer of the candle,
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| which The «Compaña"gave me,
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| which today will be reclaimed,
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| and so my life.
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| Black ravens fly over my dwelling,
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| and the wolves with their howls,
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| know that I´m going to die.
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| Midnight has fell,
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| and the spirits come for their candle
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| taking my soul with them.
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| I see my body lyind lifeless,
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| my beloved crying at my remains,
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| while I´m going away from them.
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| They cover my lifeless body with a white shroud,
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| sealing me to avoid my soul escape,
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| and be also buriend.
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| I´m in purgatory,
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| I´ve left a mission in life,
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| that don´t let me have my eternal rest,
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| and now I´m condemned to roam between the alive,
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| wandering along the paths,
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| to play all the debts I left in life.
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| If I fultil my sentence,
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| I´ll reach my rest with the dead. |