They say I'm not in mourning, llorona*
because they don't see me crying.
They say I'm not in mourning, llorona,
because they don't see me crying.
Some dead can't make a sound, llorona,
and their grief is even bigger.
Some dead can't make a sound, llorona,
and their grief is even bigger.
Alas, llorona,
llorona, take me to the river.
Alas, llorona,
llorona, take me to the river.
Cover me with your shawl, llorona,
because I'm freezing to death.
Cover me with your shawl, llorona,
because I'm freezing to death.
One day I saw you
when you were coming out from church.
One day I saw you
when you were coming out from church.
Since you wore such a beautiful huipil**, llorona,
I mistook you for Virgin Mary.
Since you wore such a beautiful huipil, llorona,
I mistook you for Virgin Mary.
Alas, llorona, llorona,
sky-blue llorona.
Alas, llorona, llorona,
sky-blue llorona.
I won't stop loving you, llorona,
even if that takes my life.
I won't stop loving you, llorona,
even if that takes my life.
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I don't know what's with those flowers, llorona
the flowers in the cemetery.
I don't know what's with those flowers, llorona,
the flowers in the cemetery.
When wind blows through them, llorona,
it looks as if they were crying.
When wind blows through them, llorona,
it looks as if they were crying.
Everyone calls me "the black one", llorona.
I am black, but loving.
Everyone calls me "the black one", llorona.
I'm black, but loving.
I am like a chili pepper, llorona,
spicy, but tasty.
I am like a chili pepper, llorona,
spicy, but tasty...