Let me relate to you
The sorrow that oppresses me,
And sprinkle the night with my tears
For my beloved Asunción.
I recall the women selling produce
With bare feet and blue eyes,
My bosom is burdened with anguish
And is choked with my crying.

Only the music can relieve
With its sweet notes my sadness,
And under a full moon will I declare
The love that I feel for you, Asunción.