Children in the street
They don't want to go back
When the day ends
The devil is going to dance
Centuries of the night
They want to wake you up
And some things of death
That you cannot contemplate
Where are my children
She wants to find them
Where are my children
La Llorona is going to cry
They are always playing
br/>With dangerous things
Fear is coming down
Of parts you don't know
When they tell you
Don't worry
And do your job
And don't have a bad face
Because the bad thing is coming
La llorona
Where are my children
She looks like me, grandma
But she doesn't have gifts
She has the black hand
And worn eyes