I've never known,
What a mother's love is,
I've never known,
What a mother's love is.
That's why I envy,
The fortune of others,
That God has rewarded them,
With the caresses of a mother.
In the end, I'm but an orphan,
A quirk of fate,
The star of my life,
As God has appointed it.
Forgive me dear God,
In whatever I've reproached you,
It's not fair what you've done,
By taking away from me this love.
There are irresponsible songs,
Who are farther from worship,
Who outrage their mothers,
With their vile desires.
I would've loved to have a mother,
So that I may kiss her,
I would've loved to have a mother,
So that I may kiss her.
Forgive me dear God,
In whatever I've reproached you,
It's not fair what you've done,
By taking away from me this love.
There are irresponsible songs,
Who are farther from worship,
Who outrage their mothers,
With their vile desires.
I would've loved to have a mother,
So that I may kiss her,
I would've loved to have a mother,
So that I may kiss her.