Campanita de Santo Domingo

Little bell of Santo Domingo
What nostalgia you bring when you ring
How many times I awaited your sound
Longing to see her pass by

She left; you call her as before
And I can't forget her for a single moment

Little bell, do you remember? What a sweet gaze!
How radiant and beautiful she used to arrive

As she joined her divine hands to pray
Another precious virgin adorned the altar

Little bell, do you remember? The fateful day
When she said she had to marry another
Sobbing, she perhaps wanted to express
That the humble shouldn't love

When she left, she left me her shawl
Soaked with tears and love

I kissed her hands, little bell
Impregnated with a strange warmth

Since then, your sound saddens me
Maybe if you fall silent, the pain eases