La llorona… our national ghost
Via Municipios de Oaxaca (sombrero tip to Sterling Bennett):
The classic ghost story, Llorona — her man having done her wrong — has either drowned her lover, or her children (depending on the version) and is condemned to wonder the earth, weeping for her loss.
Everyone calls me the woman who weeps
A morena, who was all too loving.
Everyone calls me “Llorona” the weeper
A morena, who was all too loving.
I am like the chile verde, Llorona
Burning, but oh so tasty
I am like the chile verde, Llorona
Burning, but oh so tasty
They say that I feel no remorse, Llorona
Because they have not seen me cry
But the dead keep their silence, Llorona
So much greater is their pain
Oh, speak to me Llorona, Llorona
Llorona, here at the river.
Cover me with your rebozo, Llorona
I am so cold, so cold…
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