Canzón de Cuna Para Rosalia Castro, Morta
Leannan Shee
Lullaby for Rosalia Castro, Deceased
Get up, my friend
for the roosters are already singing!
Get up, my love,
because the wind moos like a cow!
The plows come and go,
from Santiago to Balén
From Belén to Santiago
An angel goes on a boat
A boat of cold silver
That brings the pain of Galicia
Galicia lying down
Transfixed by sad herbs
Herbs that cover your bed
And the black fountain of your hair
Your hair goes to the sea,
where the clouds dye their nest
Get up, my friend
for the roosters are already singing!
Get up, my love,
because the wind moos like a cow
