This
is a song from Oaxaca,
Oaxaca, Mexico.
La Llorona,
the crying woman.
Every time the wind blows,
it sounds like someone is crying.
You are my love.
They can take me away from you,
but my love remains forever yours.
I don't know what the flowers have,
the crying woman, the flowers of the holy field.
I don't know what the flowers have,
the crying woman, the flowers of the holy field.
When the wind blows, the crying woman appears,
they are crying.
When the wind blows, the crying woman appears,
they are crying.
My crying woman,
crying woman, you are my love.
My crying woman,
crying woman, you are my love.
They can take me away
from you,
crying woman,
but I will never forget you.
They can take me away from you,
crying woman,
but I will never forget you.
I
have told my love story to many people,
but no one seems to believe me,
except the bronze statue cries for my broken heart.
If you've never been in love,
you could not understand how painful it is.
My crying woman,
the crying woman,
the crying woman of the holy field.
My crying woman,
the crying woman of the holy field.
My
crying woman,
the crying woman of the holy field.
She does not know what love is,
the crying woman does not know what martyrdom is.
The
two kisses that I have given away still stay on my lips.
The last kiss was to my mother,
and the first one was to you.
Please my love,
come and get me,
take me away from this cold river.
I am so cold,
cover me up and take me away from here.
Take me away,
take me away,
take me away.
My love.
Those kisses that I carry in my soul,
crying woman,
they will not leave me.
Those kisses that I carry in my soul,
crying woman,
they will not leave me.
The last one was to my mother, crying woman,
and the first
one was to you.
The last one was to my mother, crying woman,
and the first one was to you.
My crying woman,
the crying woman, take me to the river.
Ay,
de mi llorona,
llorona,
llévame al río.
Tapame con tu rebozo,
llorona,
porque me muero de frío.
Tapame con tu rebozo,
llorona,
porque me muero de frío.
Llorona.