La Llorona - Banda Misteriosa traduction en anglais

La Llorona

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

Ohhh oye
Y me preguntan que qué es ser oaxaqueño
Y yo les digo, jejejeje
Que ser oaxaqueños es un orgullo

Salías del templo un día, llorona
Cuando al pasar yo te vi
Salías del 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 llévame al río
Ay de mi llorona, llorona
Llorona llévame al río

Tapame con tu reboso, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
Tapame con tu reboso, llorona
Porque me muero de frío

Chu-chulada de tradiciones de mi lindo Oaxaca

Misteriosa

Que viva la Guelaguetza
Patrimonio cultural

Todos me dicen el negro, llorona
Negro pero cariñoso
Guiraa' hrabica' na' yaase, gunaa' ni hruuna
Ya'se ni nanna hrannaxhii'

Yo soy como el chile verde, llorona
Picante pero sabroso
Yo soy como el chile verde, llorona
Picante pero sabroso

Ay de mi llorona, llorona
Llorona de azul celeste
Ay de mi llorona, llorona
Llorona de azul celeste

Aunque la vida me cueste, llorona
No dejaré de quererte
Aunque la vida me cueste, llorona
No dejaré de quererte

The Weeping Woman

You were leaving the temple one day, weeping woman,
When I saw you pass by.

Ohhh listen,
And they ask me what it is to be from Oaxaca,
And I tell them, hehehehe
That being from Oaxaca is a source of pride.

You were leaving the temple one day, weeping woman,
When I saw you pass by.
You were leaving the temple one day, weeping woman,
When I saw you pass by.

You wore a beautiful huipil, weeping woman,
That I thought you were the Virgin.
You wore a beautiful huipil, weeping woman,
That I thought you were the Virgin.

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.

A real beauty of traditions from my beautiful Oaxaca.

Mysterious.

Long live the Guelaguetza,
Cultural heritage.

Everyone calls me the black one, weeping woman,
Black but loving.
Guiraa' hrabica' na' yaase, gunaa' ni hruuna (This appears to be Zapotec, and translates roughly to "My black heart, crying woman, woman of my dreams")
Ya'se ni nanna hrannaxhii' (This appears to be Zapotec and translates roughly to "You are my great love").

I am like the green chili, weeping woman,
Spicy but tasty.
I am like the green chili, weeping woman,
Spicy but tasty.

Oh, my weeping woman, weeping woman,
Weeping woman of sky blue.
Oh, my weeping woman, weeping woman,
Weeping woman of sky blue.

Even if it costs me my life, weeping woman,
I will not stop loving you.
Even if it costs me my life, weeping woman,
I will not stop loving you.