La Finadita
Jorge Cafrune
The Little Deceased One
In Santiago del Estero
There is an old custom
To give a requiem in the cemeteries
Almost always done by a blind violinist
Accompanied by a child on the drum
With this chacarera: The little deceased one
Through the mountains I come
Full of song and sweetness
Praying for those who suffer
From torments and bitterness
They call me the little deceased one
Because I was born in a cemetery
Because I was born among the dead
Among sadness and tears
Little deceased one, little deceased one and sobbing praise
I wish to dream of being dead to feel you sung
Larairai larairalaira larairarai lailailaira
I wish to dream of being dead to feel you sung
I am a singer and rhythm
Soft perfume of flower
Comforting those who are comforted
The souls of your pain
May old singers intone you
With the most holy emotion
Praying to God that those who deserve forgiveness
Do not suffer
Little deceased one, little deceased one and sobbing praise
I wish to feel dead to feel you sung
Larairai larairalaira larairarai lailailaira
I wish to dream of being dead to feel you sung
