Mi Sangre Grita

Where have you gone
that I'm calling you
and you don't respond,
you hurt me
like a needle of death.

My blood screams.
I'm going through fatigue
for the love of a flamenco girl
who takes away my peace.

If I told the moon
what I'm going through
the moon would go out
and without thinking
I would bring it down from the sky,
and it would be with me,
and it would calm my crying.

I'm going through fatigue...

How sad I felt
the day they took
my Miguel to the graveyard.

I'm going through fatigue...

In April by the sea
my sailboat comes and goes,
and on the horizon
the sun sets
and a ray of light
will shine on me.

I'm going through fatigue...