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I had a love that left black marks on my heart
And from the shavings that remained there, my sorrows were born
I had a love that left black marks on my heart
And from the shavings that remained there, my sorrows were born
Polishing brush, anguish of my soul
Saw to cut, love that hurts and damages
Polishing brush, anguish of my soul
Saw to cut, love that hurts and damages
Carpenter of your skin, cabinetmaker of your breath
My hammer and my chisel are carving out my lament
The party is in my workshop, my friends, my tool
Where will my wife, my wood and experience be?
Oh Saint Peter, help him
Help him, help him, help him (Oh, Saint Peter, help him)
Help him, help him, help him (Oh, Saint Peter, help him)
Oh Saint Peter, help him
Find yourself a good woman (Oh Saint Peter, protect him)
That beats, that beats, that beats, that beats that condemnation (Ay San Pedro, protect him)
Oh San Pedro, please help me
Hey you or I'm here to help you (Hey San Pedro, here to help)
(Oh Saint Peter, protect him)
(Oh Saint Peter, protect him)
(Oh Saint Peter, protect him)
(Oh Saint Peter, protect him)
(Oh Saint Peter, protect him)
(Oh Saint Peter, protect him)
(Oh Saint Peter, protect him)
Oh Saint Peter, help him
Oh Saint Peter, help him
