Текст и перевод песни Chavela Vargas - La Llorona

La Llorona

No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona
Las flores del campo santo
No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona
Las flores del campo santo

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

Ay de mí, llorona
Llorona, tú eres mi chunca
Ay de mí, llorona
Llorona, tú eres mi chunca

Me quitarán de quererte, llorona
Pero de olvidarte, nunca
Me quitarán de quererte, llorona
Pero de olvidarte, nunca

A un Santo Cristo de fierro, llorona
Mis penas le conté yo
A un Santo Cristo de fierro, llorona
Mis penas le conté yo

Cuáles no serían mis penas, llorona
Que el Santo Cristo lloró
Cuáles no serían mis penas, llorona
Que el Santo Cristo lloró

Ay de mí, llorona
Llorona de un campo lirio
Ay de mí, 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

Dos besos llevo en el alma, llorona
Que no se apartan de mí
Dos besos llevo en el alma, llorona
Que no se apartan de mí

El último de mi madre, ay, llorona
Y el primero que te di
El último de mi madre, ay, llorona
Y el primero que te di

Ay de mí, llorona
Llorona, llévame al río
Ay de mí, 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

I don't know what it is about the flowers, weeping woman,
The flowers of the graveyard.
I don't know what it is about the flowers, weeping woman,
The flowers of the graveyard.

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

Ay, me, weeping woman,
Weeping woman, you are my beloved.
Ay, me, weeping woman,
Weeping woman, you are my beloved.

They will take away my love for you, weeping woman,
But they will never make me forget you.
They will take away my love for you, weeping woman,
But they will never make me forget you.

To a Holy Christ of iron, weeping woman,
I told my sorrows.
To a Holy Christ of iron, weeping woman,
I told my sorrows.

How great must my sorrows have been, weeping woman,
That the Holy Christ wept.
How great must my sorrows have been, weeping woman,
That the Holy Christ wept.

Ay, me, weeping woman,
Weeping woman of a field of lilies.
Ay, me, weeping woman,
Weeping woman of a field of lilies.

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

I carry two kisses in my soul, weeping woman,
That never leave me.
I carry two kisses in my soul, weeping woman,
That never leave me.

The last from my mother, ay, weeping woman,
And the first that I gave you.
The last from my mother, ay, weeping woman,
And the first that I gave you.

Ay, me, weeping woman,
Weeping woman, take me to the river.
Ay, me, 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.