La Finadita
Atahualpa Yupanqui
The Little Dead One
Through the mountains I come
Filled with song and sweetness
Praying for those who suffer
From torment and bitterness
They call me the little dead one
Because I was born in a graveyard
Because I was born among the dead
Amidst sadness and cries
Little dead one, little dead one
And a sobbing praise
I wish I could dream I'm dead
To feel myself being sung
Laraila laraila
Lara larailara
I wish I could dream I'm dead
To feel myself being sung
I am a singer and a rhythm
A fragrant sound of flowers
Comforting those who comfort
The souls of their pain
Old singers, let them sing
With the highest emotion
Praying to God that they don't suffer
Those who deserve forgiveness
Little dead one, little dead one
And a sobbing praise
I wish I could feel I'm dead
To dream I'm being sung
