La Llorona
Banda Bostik
The Weeping Woman
It's midnight and silent
The big city breathes
Time seems to stand still
The rain bathes the darkness
A woman like a shadow crosses the streets
Horrible cries within the cathedral walls
How ugly she is, people say, no one knows
She wanders crying, living screaming in the darkness
The old folks tell that a woman who, for love,
Betrayed, made a cruel decision
Desperate, she took her children's lives
Poisoned by hatred and resentment
She was sentenced to die in a bonfire
But her punishment did not end with death
Her divine punishment was to suffer eternal death
Wandering the streets, begging God for forgiveness
How many women are there like her
How many desperate ones have made that decision
How many condemned have been behind bars
And to an eternal life living under a curse
Weeping women of the 20th century, guilty or innocent
Marked by the destiny of that cruel fatality
Deceived women, but it's not a justification
That the blood of innocents pay for their crucifixion
How many women are there like her
How many desperate ones have made that decision
How many condemned have been behind bars
And to an eternal life living under a curse
Weeping women of the 20th century, guilty or innocent
Marked by the destiny of that cruel fatality
Deceived women, but it's not a justification
That the blood of innocents pay for their crucifixion
When a woman passes by your side at midnight
It may be that she's just a specter from the past
Who has come back to life fulfilling a curse
Or perhaps a woman practicing her profession.
