La Finadita

The Little Dead One

La Finadita

Through the mountains I comePor medio de los montes vengo
Filled with song and sweetnessLleno de canto y dulzura
Praying for those who sufferRogando por los que sufren
From torment and bitternessDe tormentos y amarguras

They call me the little dead oneMe llaman la finadita
Because I was born in a graveyardPorque nací en camposanto
Because I was born among the deadPorque nací entre los muertos
Amidst sadness and criesEntre tristezas y llantos

Little dead one, little dead oneFinadita, finadita
And a sobbing praiseY alabanza sollozada
I wish I could dream I'm deadQuisiera soñarme muerto
To feel myself being sungPara sentirse cantada

Laraila larailaLaraila laraila
Lara larailaraLara larailara
I wish I could dream I'm deadQuisiera soñarme muerto
To feel myself being sungPara sentirse cantada

I am a singer and a rhythmCantor y cadencia soy
A fragrant sound of flowersSonoro perfume de flor
Comforting those who comfortConsuela que te consuela
The souls of their painLas almas de su dolor

Old singers, let them singCantores viejos entonen
With the highest emotionCon la más alta emoción
Praying to God that they don't sufferRogando a Dios que no sufran
Those who deserve forgivenessLos que merecen perdón

Little dead one, little dead oneFinadita, finadita
And a sobbing praiseY alabanza sollozada
I wish I could feel I'm deadQuisiera sentirme muerto
To dream I'm being sungPara soñarme cantada