Mis Penas Lloraba Yo
Camarón de La Isla
I Cried My Sorrows
Mother, I don't know what I have,
Nor what is happening to me,
I hold onto the illusion,
My God, without hope.
Canastera, canastera, canastera.
Sitting in an alamea,
I cried my sorrows,
Look how big they were,
That the bench broke.
Canastera, canastera, canastera.
I live alone in the world
And at the first light of day.
I go on my way home
Always finding it empty.
Canastera, canastera, canastera.
Like a madman I threw
Little stones through the streets
Without looking where they fell
Nor to whom they hit.
Canastera, canastera, canastera.
