Ni por mil puñados de oro [English translation]

My heart is breaking into a thousand pieces,

I feel alone like a feather in the wind,

what is life good for now in this world

if I no longer have my mother's caresses?

When I was divulging in pleasures

I never thought that a mother came first,

now that God has taken my poor mother from me

today I know that a mother can't be bought with money.

Not even for a thousand handfuls of gold would I exchange

my mother's blessings and her kindness,

the tears that I cry are of fresh blood, 1

but it's useless because I mourn her too late.

There is no treasure more valuable in this world

like a mother who brought us into being and the life

that her kindness offers until she is gone2

she is always mourned when she has already been lost.

Not even for a thousand handfuls of gold would I exchange

my mother's blessings and her kindness,

the tears that I cry are of fresh blood,

but it's useless because I mourn her too late.

1. he cries blood that is still fresh because the pain is still current and deep2. until she is dead