La Llorona
Atahualpa Yupanqui
The Weeping Woman
I want to kill my sorrow
but my sorrow doesn't leave me.
That's why I sing this zamba
that they will call The Weeping Woman.
The doves sob next to their nests
with feeling.
Just like those little birds
I give my laments to the air.
Where have you gone,
My dove.
Where are the promises
that you swore to me that day?
The zamba I am singing
is awakening the joys.
They don't know that in it I sing
my own misfortunes.
No matter how much I want to hide
the thousand sorrows that torment me.
The guitars go crying
and they lament for me.
Where have you gone.
Who has taken you.
My heart day and night
has called for you like the crespín.
("crespín": bird from the northern Argentine jungle)
