A mi madre [English translation]

To my mother, that old woman

That I made suffer so much

To my mother, that good woman

Who struggled so much for me

To my mother, who despite the affronts

And the load of the years

I always saw her smile

Who with the wrinkled skin

By the mistreated life

She has thirst of living

Me who I am, fruit of her very blood

And I drank from her blood

Me who I am, the reason of her worries

Since the day I was born

My mother, God knows how much I love you

I adore you and I revere you

And my song is for you

And if I get money,

I'll buy you that hat

I offered you when I was a child