Cuatro Cirios

Four lit candles stand guard over a coffin
And in it lies the body of my love
Oh! What a cold wake, what loneliness and pain
Only the four candles are also dressed in mourning
Just like my heart.

You will wander like a shadow and it will be your curse
That no one can love you like I did
And you will have to answer before God's tribunal
One does not kill with impunity and you killed my love

Through the mountain I go carrying my coffin
And I will water a grave and a cross with my tears
Oh! What a cold procession, what loneliness and pain
Only the four candles are also dressed in mourning
Just like my heart.