La llorona [English translation]

You came out of the temple one day

o weeper, when I saw you passing by.

you were wearing a beautiful embroidered dress*

o weeper, I took you for the Holy Virgin.

Woe is me, o weeper, weeper

weeper of a lily's field

He who knows nothing of love,

weeper, knows nothing of torment.

I don't know what allure flowers hold,

o weeper, the flowers of a graveyard,

that when the wind makes them sway

they look like, o weeper, as if they were weeping.

Woe is me, o weeper.

Weeper, take me to the river.

Give me shelter under your shawl**

weeper, for I'm dying of cold.

Two kisses are stuck in my soul,

o weeper, and won't leave my side:

my mother's last kiss

o weeper, and the first one I gave you.

Ay ay ay...