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