Fortune is a River.

Narcocorrido.

transl: La Llorona (Mexican folk song)

All is pain for me, Crying Lady,
Pain or pain’s sweet respite;
I wept to see you yesterday,
Today I weep for having wept.

I saw you in passing one day, Crying Lady,
As you were leaving the church.
So beautiful a blouse with lace
You wore, I thought you were the Virgin.

To the highest perch I climbed, Crying Lady,
To see where you could be found.
Such was the pine tree’s tenderness
Crying Lady, it cried too.

At the failing of the light, Crying Lady,
Every day I wonder:
What use is this bed of mine, Crying Lady,
If it never belongs to you?

Indigo Lady, Crying Lady.
Lady of Indigo Tears,
I wept to see you yesterday;
Today I wept for having wept.

A letter from across the sea, Crying Lady,
A siren did send to me;
And she rebuked my faint heart, saying:
To suffer is not to love.

All is pain for me, Crying Lady,
Pain or pain’s sweet respite;
I wept to see you yesterday,
Today I weep for having wept.

Indigo Lady, Crying Lady,
Celestial Lady of Sorrow,
Although it may rob me of life, Crying Lady,
I’ll still be full of love for you.

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