I'd like to tell the people
what my soul feels when I think of you:
A love that kiss you in the forehead,
sweet and smiley, happy and joyful.
Mother Maria del Carmen,
in my heart
your love becomes a field song,
and singing I say how much I love you
blessed flower of my life and my illusion.
I carry an altar in my burning chest
to the mother who gave me life.
That good and brave woman,
of immaculate forehead surrounded by bay.
Mother Maria del Carmen
I sing today this beautiful song to you.
With her I bring you my love,
and the same as when I was a child,
in my lips I put my heart.
With dew get filled the flowers
that in the beautiful night drink restlessly.
And my soul is filled with love
when I think of her and I start to sing.
And the copla, like a swallow,
starts to fly.
And reaching to my mother it reclines.
and in her arms of kinks and madonna
is my soul who starts to dream.