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The Weeping Woman

María José

La Llorona

Salías de un templo un día, llorona
Cuando al pasar, yo te vi
Salías de un templo un día, llorona
Cuando al pasar, yo te vi

Hermoso huipil llevabas, llorona
Que la virgen, te creí
Hermoso huipil llevabas, llorona
Que la virgen te creí

Ay, de mi llorona, llorona, llorona
De un campo lirio
Ay, de mi llorona, llorona, llorona
De un campo lirio

El que no sabe de amores, llorona
No sabe lo que es martirio
El que no sabe de amores, llorona
No sabe lo que es martirio

No sé que tienen las flores, llorona
Las flores de un camposanto
No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona
Las flores de un camposanto

Que cuando las mueve el viento, llorona
Parece que está llorando
Que cuando las mueve el viento, llorona
Parece que está llorando

Ay de mi llorona, llorona, llorona
Llévame al río
Ay de mi llorona, llorona, llorona
Llévame al río

Tápame con tu rebozo llorona, porque
Me muero de frío
Tápame con tu rebozo llorona, porque
Me muero de frío

The Weeping Woman

You were leaving a temple one day, weeping woman
When I saw you passing by
You were leaving a temple one day, weeping woman
When I saw you passing by

You were wearing a beautiful huipil, weeping woman
I thought you were the virgin
You were wearing a beautiful huipil, weeping woman
I thought you were the virgin

Oh, my weeping woman, weeping woman, weeping woman
From a lily field
Oh, my weeping woman, weeping woman, weeping woman
From a lily field

He who doesn't know about love, weeping woman
Doesn't know what suffering is
He who doesn't know about love, weeping woman
Doesn't know what suffering is

I don't know what the flowers have, weeping woman
The flowers from a graveyard
I don't know what the flowers have, weeping woman
The flowers from a graveyard

Because when the wind moves them, weeping woman
It seems like they are crying
Because when the wind moves them, weeping woman
It seems like they are crying

Oh, my weeping woman, weeping woman, weeping woman
Take me to the river
Oh, my weeping woman, weeping woman, weeping woman
Take me to the river

Cover me with your shawl, weeping woman, because
I'm dying of cold
Cover me with your shawl, weeping woman, because
I'm dying of cold

Escrita por: Luis Martínez Serrano