Memorial de Tus Dias Mamá
Tenias la costumbre
De andar por los senderos
Cantandole a la vida
Tus ganas de querer
Encendias el alb
Con un sabor a mate
Y acostabas estrellas
En el anochecer
Que extraña hechiceria
De duendes encantados
Corrian por tus manos
Nunca lo hare saber
Jugabas en tus dias
Que eras dueña de todo
Hada, peona y mensuala
Para todo quehacer
Todavia te veo
Con el hombre a tu lado
Porque era un trozo tuyo
O eras un trozo de él
Y en ese complemento
Hombre, surco y semilla
Siempre fuiste la tierra
Enseñando a nacer
Despues fuistes un árbol
Dando sabia a sus gajos
Cada gajo fue un grito
Que tu vientre gritó
Cinco gajos que buscan
El altar de tu frente
Pa' rezar en silencio
Uno de esos soy yo
Son tus hijos que buscan mamá
El altar de tu frente mamá
Pa' rezar en silencio mamá
Uno de esos soy yo
Memorial of Your Days Mom
You had the habit
Of walking through the paths
Singing to life
Your desire to love
You lit up the dawn
With a taste of mate
And laid down stars
In the evening
What strange enchantment
Of enchanted elves
They ran through your hands
I will never let them know
You played in your days
That you were the owner of everything
Fairy, worker, and monthly
For every task
I still see you
With the man by your side
Because he was a piece of you
Or you were a piece of him
And in that complement
Man, furrow, and seed
You were always the earth
Teaching how to be born
Later you became a tree
Giving sap to its branches
Each branch was a scream
That your womb shouted
Five branches seeking
The altar of your forehead
To pray in silence
One of those is me
They are your children seeking mom
The altar of your forehead mom
To pray in silence mom
One of those is me