There once was a blond,
who was so sweet, so fine
that there is no flower to equal her.
No one could help but love her
and those who saw her once
couldn’t help but remember her.
She came bearing joy
like the barrio had never known,
filling everything with sunshine.
Her name was Magdalena,
and she was so good,
so fair...
Magdalena, Magdalena...
how this sorrow grows,
knowing that never again
will I be able to look
into your eyes, Magdalena.
I don’t know with what phrase
destiny* called you;
I know that they took you away
on that morning.
Among white flowers,
roses and lilies....
Magdalena, Magdalena,
Now you’ll never return.