Mis Penas Lloraba Yo

Mother, I don't know what I have,
Nor what is happening to me,
I hold onto the illusion,
My God, without hope.

Canastera, canastera, canastera.

Sitting in an alamea,
I cried my sorrows,
Look how big they were,
That the bench broke.

Canastera, canastera, canastera.

I live alone in the world
And at the first light of day.
I go on my way home
Always finding it empty.

Canastera, canastera, canastera.

Like a madman I threw
Little stones through the streets
Without looking where they fell
Nor to whom they hit.

Canastera, canastera, canastera.