Corria, Corria, Corria

Sitting by the riverbank
very calmly, very calmly,
watching the water flow
very slowly, very slowly.

And he ran, he ran, he ran,
like my thoughts far away,
I ask the river
where will you be, my life.

I had your loves, your kisses,
now I have nothing left,
I ask the water
to bring my beloved soon.

And he ran, he ran, he ran,
the water wetting the sand,
water wet me
as my sorrows are burning.

Poor my dreaming soul
when the whirlpools sing to you
and this punishing wind
over my always lost dreams.

And the night keeps enveloping me,
the stars cover my kisses,
my sorrows cry,
waiting for your return.

And he ran, he ran, he ran,
and among the moon you kissed me,
I ask the water
to bring my beloved soon.

And he ran, he ran, he ran,
for the time of the rising tide,
I always wait for you, my dear,
towards death.