Le cante a su corazón,
el frío.
sol muerto sobre mi flor marchita;
pájaro lloroso a la orilla del río.
Triste llano afligido sobre mi vientre hueco.
i Sing you to your heart,
the cold one.
perhaps he died on my withered flower;
crying bird to the shore of the River.
Sad,
afflicted plain on my hollow stomach.
i Sing you to your heart,
the cold one.
perhaps he died on my withered flower;
crying bird to the shore of the River.
Sad,
afflicted plain on my hollow stomach.
