Empty bodies shine in midnight sun
Shapes of dark blue skin cut tears with their eyes
To feed the lord of the fish
In the water there swims a baby
Still looking for its mother
Who has died a long time ago
Llorona anchoa
Tanto desea el aire
Aunque la solanera la quiere tanto que la va a matar
Quemándose el alma
Recordando la cara de su mamá
Qué zagalica más buena
La nostalgia me está cortando las venas
Que se muera la pena
Que se muera la pena
Desde el fondo del mar
Crece la granada más bella
Nadando va por la sangre del mar
A buscar esa anchoa deseando respirar
Aire
Silently missing a place which does not exist
Shapelessly shimmering in friendly emptiness
And the baby's tiny arms get tired of swimming
As it is about to give up a dark blue glowing hand
Lifts it up