La Llorona

You were leaving a temple one day, weeping
When I saw you passing by
You were leaving a temple one day, weeping
When I saw you passing by

You were wearing a beautiful huipil, llorona
That the virgin, I believed you
You were wearing a beautiful huipil, llorona
that the virgin believed you

Oh, me, weeping, weeping, weeping
From a lily field
Oh, me, weeping, weeping, weeping
From a lily field

He who does not know about love, crybaby
He doesn't know what martyrdom is
He who does not know about love, crybaby
He doesn't know what martyrdom is

I don't know what it is about flowers, llorona
The flowers of a cemetery
I don't know what it is about flowers, llorona
The flowers of a cemetery

That when the wind moves them, they cry
They seem to be crying
That when the wind moves them, they cry
They seem to be crying

Oh me, weeping, weeping, weeping
take me to the river
Oh me, weeping, weeping, weeping
take me to the river

Cover me with your weeping shawl because
I'm dying of cold
Cover me with your weeping shawl because
I'm dying of cold