Lamparilla

It is pleasant to cry,
When the soul is distressed
Finds no relief in
Its deep pain

It is pleasant to cry
When the soul is distressed
Finds no relief in
Its deep pain

Tears are
Mysterious juice
To calm the sorrows
Of this world,

To calm the sorrows
Of this world,

With the deep oil of my tears
I will soften the severity
Of cruel fate
Burning little lamp of my eyes
Never falter
On my path

Never falter
On my path