Cuatro Cirios [English translation]

Four lit candles

stand watch for a coffin

and in it is found lying

the corpse of my love

Oh, what a cold wake,

what pain and loneliness

There's only the four candles

also in mourning attire

just like my heart

Like a shadow you'll wander

And it shall be your curse

That no one can ever love you

As much as I did

And you'll have to answer

before the court of God

There's no escaping with murder,

and you've killed my love

Across the mountain,

I carry my coffin

And I'll water with my weeping

A tomb and a cross

Oh, what a cold procession,

what pain and loneliness

There's only the four candles

also in mourning attire

crying within my heart

Like a shadow you'll wander

and it shall be your curse

that no one can ever love you

as much as I did

And you'll have to answer

before the court of God

There's no escaping with murder,

and you've killed my love.

There's no escaping with murder,

and you've killed my love.