Verso Por La Niña Muerta

When I left here
I left my baby in the cradle,
I thought the mother moon
Would take care of me,
But since it wasn't like that
She tells me in a letter
So my soul breaks
For not having her with me;
The world will witness
That I will pay for this fault.

I baptized her in the chapel,
So she wouldn't be left unbaptized;
When dawn arrived
I would wash her cheeks
With candle water
That they say is miraculous.
But the rose withered;
The plant was left very sad,
Just like the one who sings
Her most painful sorrow.

Crying night and day
My hours will end,
Forgive me, great lady,
I say to the Virgin Mary
It wasn't my fault,
I declare myself innocent,
Everyone knows
That I am not a bad mother,
The air and the water from the spring
Never failed for her.

Now I have no comfort,
I live in mortal sin,
And bitter like salt
My nights are sleepless;
It's hard to believe,
It seems like I'm seeing her,
And more when I'm sleeping
She comes to my memory;
My pain and suffering
Will remain in history.