Fenesta Che Lucive

The window that used to shine and now doesn't shine
It's a sign that my little girl is sick
Her sister comes to the window and tells me
Your little girl is dead and buried
She used to cry because she slept alone
Now she sleeps accompanied by the dead
Now she sleeps accompanied by the dead
Go to the church and open the coffin
See how your little girl has changed
From that mouth where flowers used to come out
Now worms come out, oh what a pity
My dear parish priest, take care of her
Keep a lamp always lit for her