Everyone calls me mulatto, Llorona,
mulatto, but a loving one.
Everyone calls me mulatto, Llorona,
mulatto, but a loving one.
I’m like a jalapeño, Llorona,
hot, but tasty.
I’m like a jalapeño, Llorona,
hot, but tasty.
Woe betide me, Llorona, Llorona,
Llorona, take me to the river.
Cover me with your shawl,
‘cause I’m dying of cold.
If because I love you, do you want, Llorona,
do you want me to love you even more?
I have already given you my life, Llorona,
so what do you want more?
Do you want more?