Pueblos Tristes

What does the girl who piles and piles think about
What does the grim man think next to the old woman
What do the chapel bells say
In their notes, how sad, they seem like complaints

And that moon that rises
Illuminating sad towns
How many stories, how many sorrows
How many tears it tells me

At the bottom there's a half-hearted saint
A candle dying in dirty oil
Further on comes a dog that's pure bone
with hunger barks that God gave him

And that moon that rises
Illuminating sad towns
How many stories, how many sorrows
How many tears it tells me