El Retrato de Mamá [English translation]

Well, brother, I've come to see you

Not to ask you for anything,

Even though I'm living poorly,

I thank your intentions.

This big car in the door,

This mansion of a house,

Says what you professed,

Your [Social] position is high.

This living room where we are,

Modernly decorated,

With the paintings that embellish it

Costs a lot of money.

Don't put out your wallet! I haven't come here for money

Just tell me, my old woman's portrait, where is it?

Poor old lady! She, who loved you so much!

That even got to sacrifice

Just to send you to study,

You didn't even have any gentleness left

To put Mom's Portrait in your house

From Heaven, she sees you and forgives you

But I, that am your brother, can't Forgive you

And tell me why, among all these treasures,

Isn't here the most expensive jewel:

Mom's portrait?

Poor old lady! She, who loved you so much!

That even got to sacrifice

Just to send you to study,

You didn't even have any gentleness left

To put Mom's Portrait in your house

From Heaven, she sees you and forgives you

But I, that am your brother, can't Forgive you

And tell me why, among all these treasures,

Isn't here the most expensive jewel:

Mom's portrait?