(lyrics via Google Translate)
My Lady of Sorrows
The pain that you felt for me
It is pain that still persists
In each of your favors

Your lips sing praises
Praise that I deserve little
And it’s evil that I offer you
Offenses and displeasures

Lady loves exchanges
By my brown caresses
For they are thorns and thistles
That I change for your flowers

In a procession of a thousand colors
It’s the sky that comes from you
Oh my lady, my mother.
My Lady of Sorrows

my lady of sorrows

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