Sorrow and what is not sorrow, weeping woman,
Everything is sorrow for me,
Yesterday I was sorry for not seeing you, weeping woman,
And today I am sorry because I saw you.
From the arks of the fountain, weeping,
The water runs and the flower is born;
If they ask who sings, llorona,
Llorona, you tell them it's a deserter.
CHORUS:
Woe to me, llorona, llorona,
Llorona, don't cry anymore
Woe to me llorona, llorona,
Llorona, don't cry anymore s
You were leaving the temple one day crying,
When I saw you passing by (X2)
You were wearing a beautiful huipil, crying,
That the Virgin created you. (X2)
CHORUS:
Woe to me, llorona, llorona,
Llorona, don't cry anymore
Woe to me, llorona, llorona,
Llorona, do not Cry more.
There are dead people who do not make noise
And their sorrow is greater
Yesterday I was sorry for not seeing you
And today I was sad because I saw you.
They say I don't mourn
Because they don't see me cry
But there are dead people who don't make a sound
And their sorrow is greater.

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