Pueblos Tristes

What does the girl who piles and piles think about
What does the hunchback man think next to the old woman
And what do the campaigns of the chapel say
In their notes that seem like sad complaints
And that moon that rises illuminating sad towns
That tell me stories of sorrows and tears

In the background there's a half-hearted saint
A candle dying in dirty oil
Further on comes a dog that's pure bone
With hunger barks that God gave him
And that moon that rises illuminating sad towns
That tell me stories of sorrows and tears