Oh, what a disgrace, such a disgrace
my sweet mother, and how to take it off
No matter how much the river runs
my sweet mother, it won't get washed away.
How can a couple of tears
and forty two sighs help me, my sweet mother
What if my tear is wet
the mouth is silent and bitter, my sweet mother
And I run looking for someone
who'll be asking me and I'll be asking him
what will happen, what will happen
who's going to ache, who's going to ache
my sweet mother, my sweet mother