You were leaving a temple one day, Llorona
When I saw you passing by
You were leaving a temple one day, Llorona
When I saw you passing by

You were wearing a beautiful huipil, Llorona
That I thought you were the Virgin
You were wearing a beautiful huipil, Llorona
That I thought you were the Virgin

Oh, woe is me, Llorona, Llorona
Llorona of a lily field
Oh, woe is me, Llorona, Llorona
Llorona of a lily field

He who does not know about love, Llorona
Does not know what martyrdom is
He who does not know about love, Llorona
Does not know what martyrdom is

What a feeling!
Paola Jara!

I don't know what the flowers have, Llorona
The flowers of a graveyard
I don't know what the flowers have, Llorona
The flowers of a graveyard

That when the wind moves them, Llorona
It seems like they are crying
That when the wind moves them, Llorona
It seems like they are crying

Oh, woe is me, Llorona, Llorona
Llorona, take me to the river
Oh, woe is me, Llorona, Llorona
Llorona, take me to the river

Cover me with your shawl, Llorona
Because I am dying of cold
Cover me with your shawl, Llorona
Because I am dying of cold

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