Camila you're not your gran gran gran gran ma
You're not your mama or papa
You're free to make your own mistakes
To be yourself that's all it takes
You were born in a autumn
In a pueblo in Peru
All the village blessed you then
With the power and the strength
And you thought for many years
It's not ok to cry your tears
You thought this means to be strong
Seniora this is wrong
Let it out
Let it pour
There's so much you can endure
Let the tears become your cure
Today...
Si senora
Si se Llora
A quien le importa que te dijen llorona
Cry my love
Your tears
Bring down the storm
Ai, Camila take your crown
You have your feet on the ground
You can heal the village then
With your power and the strength
Of the woman you've become
On the river of Mazan
You have all the gifts you need now
In front of you I vow
Si senora
Si se Llora
A quien le importa que te dijen llorona
Cry my love
Your tears
Bring down the storm