I do not know what the flowers have, weeping,
The flowers of the cemetery
I do not know what the flowers have, weeping,
The flowers of the cemetery
When the wind moves them, weeping,
It seems they are crying
Woe to me, weeping; Crying, take me to the river.
Woe to me, weeping; Crying, take me to the river.
Catch me with your rebozo, weeping,
Because I'm dying of cold
Catch me with your rebozo, weeping,
Because I'm dying of cold
To a saint Christ of iron, weeping,
My sorrows I told him
To a saint Christ of iron, weeping,
My sorrows I told him
What would not be my sorrows, weeping?
That the holy Christ wept
What would not be my sorrows, weeping?
That the holy Christ wept
They say I do not have a duel, Llorona,
Because they do not see me cry,
They say I do not have a duel, Llorona,
Because they do not see me cry,
There are dead people who do not make noise, Llorona,
And its bigger
There are dead people who do not make noise, Llorona,
And its bigger
Every time the night comes, weeping,
I start thinking and I say:
Every time the night comes, weeping,
I start thinking and I say:
What the bed is for me, weeping,
If you do not sleep with me.
What the bed is for me, weeping,
If you do not sleep with me
