Con Mis Propias Manos
José Feliciano Lyrics
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Y yo, que la quiero tanto, lleno de orgullo, la vi partir
Así, con mis propias manos, cave la tumba, del alma mía
No más, por ser tan cobarde, por no decirle, que la quería
No más, por ser tan cobarde, por no decirle, que la quería
Me vi, en sus negros ojos, y al despedirse, sentí la muerte
Tal vez, ya cambio su suerte, la mala suerte, que yo le di
No más, por ser tan cobarde, por no decirle, que la quería
No más, por ser tan cobarde, por no decirle, que la quería
In José Feliciano's song Con Mis Propias Manos, the singer laments the loss of a loved one who has left at dawn with tear-streaked eyes. Although the singer loves the person deeply, he watches her leave with pride rather than speaking up about his feelings. Afterward, the singer feels as though he has metaphorically dug the grave for his own soul, as his cowardice has caused him to lose the chance to be with the one he loves. He sees the sadness and possibly even death in her eyes during their goodbye, and wonders if he has condemned her to an unfortunate fate because of his failure to express his love.
The song reveals the regret and pain that comes from not expressing one's emotions honestly and bravely. The singer's sadness at losing his chance with the one he loves is palpable, as he sees himself as the cause of his own heartache. The lyrics also speak to the universal human struggle of grappling with desire vs. fear, and the high price that can come from letting fear win out. Ultimately, the song is an ode to the human need for connection and the importance of taking risks in order to find it.
Line by Line Meaning
Se fue, al clarear el alba, por el camino, bañada en llanto
She left at dawn, crying on the road
Y yo, que la quiero tanto, lleno de orgullo, la vi partir
I, who love her so much, watched her leave full of pride
Así, con mis propias manos, cave la tumba, del alma mía
So, with my own hands, I dug the grave of my soul
No más, por ser tan cobarde, por no decirle, que la quería
No more, for being such a coward, for not telling her I loved her
Me vi, en sus negros ojos, y al despedirse, sentí la muerte
I saw myself in her dark eyes, and felt death as she said goodbye
Tal vez, ya cambio su suerte, la mala suerte, que yo le di
Perhaps her luck has changed, the bad luck I brought upon her
Así, con mis propias manos, cave la tumba, del alma mía
So, with my own hands, I dug the grave of my soul
No más, por ser tan cobarde, por no decirle, que la quería
No more, for being such a coward, for not telling her I loved her
No más, por ser tan cobarde, por no decirle, que la quería
No more, for being such a coward, for not telling her I loved her
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Antonio Valdez Herrera
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Con mis Propias manos.🤚🤚
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Arriba Bogota, desde México, con mucho cariño.
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un.fuerte abrazo, desde mi México, lindo y querido para todos nuestros hermanos de Colombia !...y por supuesto Bogotá!.....si señor !....y qué viva México y su música!
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Que gran cantante. Muy recordado y querido en mi país. Un saludo desde Colombia.
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gracias amigo mexicano para el mundo
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El mejor de todos los tiempos
@elurbanosolitariocdmx1329
En Colombia y México deberíamos decretar el día de Javier Solis y ese día es de borrachera y mariachis quien me.apolla? 😉
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Va me uno
@raquelonorato6892
APOYA!!!!!!!!
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