La Llorona

I don't know what's wrong with flowers, crybaby
The flowers of the holy field
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers, crybaby
The flowers of the holy field

That when the wind moves them, llorona
They seem to be crying
That when the wind moves them, weeping
They seem to be crying

Woe is me, weeping girl
Llorona, you are my chunca
Ay de mí, llorona
Llorona, you are my chunca

They'll take me away from loving you, llorona
But, from forgetting you, never
They will take away from loving you, llorona
But, from forgetting you, never

To a Holy Christ of iron, llorona
My sorrows, I told him
To an iron Holy Christ, weeping girl
My sorrows, I told him

What would not be my sorrows, weeping woman
That the Holy Christ cried
What would my sorrows not be, weeping girl
That the Holy Christ wept

Woe is me, weeping girl
Llorona of a lily field
Woe is me, weeping woman
Llorona of a lily field

He who does not know love, weeping woman
He doesn't know what martyrdom is
He who does not know love, weeping woman
He doesn't know what martyrdom is

Two kisses I carry in my soul, weeping girl
That don't go away from me
Two kisses I carry in my soul, you weeping woman
That don't go away from me

The last one from my mother, crybaby
And the first one I gave you
The last one from my mother, you crybaby
And the first one I gave you

Woe is me, crybaby
Llorona, take me to the river
Woe is me, crybaby
Llorona, take me to the river

Cover me with your shawl, llorona
Cause I'm dying of cold
Cover me with your shawl, weeping girl
Because I'm dying of cold