The bride walks down the aisle,
A young man waiting with happiness,
The joy in the Church, you can breathe
The strong rain, is not heard
Is not night and its darkness,
Until the grandfather I could jump.
Brand watch the eight and forty-two,
My heart throbs to think only about you,
And he wept in silence when it met this marriage,
In my life it made havoc and blow,
All the dreams we plan together once,
The travel, the smiles that one day I promised,
I see now as in the agony of this night,
In a corner, recalling that reproach,
Of that summer afternoon that lost you,
My damn jealous and foolishness.
At the wedding, two happy beings, while one cries,
A party that takes place in the mourning of another person,
Nothing improves my life after this night,
Now is the time in which the silence I imprisons.
At the wedding, two souls in a life, come together
Marks the emergence of a new family,
And until death separates them,
I would like that this nightmare stop already,
While I remain crying in Vigil,
Each tear that already don't forget you.
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