This song narrates the story of Mogoro’s Maidens based on a traditional local tale.
Every night, in procession, dressed in white, they pass through the street, which begins with the main church to arrive at “Su Cramu”. Detached from the others, there is a solitary maiden with wet hair. Along the path, she stops to speak to an old lady, sitting outside her home to get some fresh air during a hot summer night. She asks the old lady to tell her mother to stop crying for her death: her tears wet the maiden, making her heavy, holding her from reaching her sisters.
Every night, in procession, dressed in white, they pass through the street, which begins with the main church to arrive at “Su Cramu”. Detached from the others, there is a solitary maiden with wet hair. Along the path, she stops to speak to an old lady, sitting outside her home to get some fresh air during a hot summer night. She asks the old lady to tell her mother to stop crying for her death: her tears wet the maiden, making her heavy, holding her from reaching her sisters.
Dedicated to who's gone and who stays.