La Finadita
Por medio de los montes vengo
Lleno de canto y dulzura
Rogando por los que sufren
De tormentos y amarguras
Me llaman la finadita
Porque nací en camposanto
Porque nací entre los muertos
Entre tristezas y llantos
Finadita, finadita
Y alabanza sollozada
Quisiera soñarme muerto
Para sentirse cantada
Laraila laraila
Lara larailara
Quisiera soñarme muerto
Para sentirse cantada
Cantor y cadencia soy
Sonoro perfume de flor
Consuela que te consuela
Las almas de su dolor
Cantores viejos entonen
Con la más alta emoción
Rogando a Dios que no sufran
Los que merecen perdón
Finadita, finadita
Y alabanza sollozada
Quisiera sentirme muerto
Para soñarme cantada
The Little Dead One
Through the mountains I come
Filled with song and sweetness
Praying for those who suffer
From torment and bitterness
They call me the little dead one
Because I was born in a graveyard
Because I was born among the dead
Amidst sadness and cries
Little dead one, little dead one
And a sobbing praise
I wish I could dream I'm dead
To feel myself being sung
Laraila laraila
Lara larailara
I wish I could dream I'm dead
To feel myself being sung
I am a singer and a rhythm
A fragrant sound of flowers
Comforting those who comfort
The souls of their pain
Old singers, let them sing
With the highest emotion
Praying to God that they don't suffer
Those who deserve forgiveness
Little dead one, little dead one
And a sobbing praise
I wish I could feel I'm dead
To dream I'm being sung