Perdí a mi madre [English translation]

Ungrateful son, don't you think of your mother?

when you look for her you won't find her anymore,

for the love of another you've abandoned her,

you will pay that sin with God.

When you left, you left her crying

in some dump in a neighborhood,

when she crosses the street she prays,

knocking on doors, asking for charity.

In the mornings she goes to church too,

she looks up to the sky and kisses your portrait,

oh! how your mother suffers,

she prays to God for that ungrateful son.

With her soul torn your mother wanders,

through the street she cries her sorrow,

in her hand she carries your portrait

that she treasures with love and tenderness.

In the mornings she goes to church too,

she looks up to the sky and kisses your portrait,

oh! how your mother suffers,

she prays to God for that ungrateful son.

• Artist:Antonio Aguilar