El retrato de mama
oye hermano vengo a verte no es para pedirte nada
si aunque pobre estoy viviendo te agradesco la intencion
ese gran carro en la puerta esta mansionada casa
dice lo que profesaste es alta tu posicion
esta salita en que estamos decorada a lo moderno
con sus cuadros que la adornan cuesta todo un dineral
no no saques la cartera no es por dinero que vengo
pero dime tu el retrato de madre donde esta
(coro)
pobre vieja ella que tanto te quiso
que llego hasta el sacrificio para mandarte a estudiar
nisiquiera te sobro delicadeza
para poner en la casa el retrato de mama
desde el cielo ella te ve y te perdona
pero yo que soy tu hermano no te puedo perdonar
yyy dime porque entre tantas alajas
falta la joya mas cara el retrato de mama
(hermano solo quiero recordarte que hay cosas que no se pueden comprar ¿a cuales ? el corazon )
pobre vieja ella que tanto te quiso
que llego hasta el sacrificio para mandarte a estudiar
nisiquiera te sobro delicadeza
para poner en la casa el retrato de mama
desde el cielo ella te ve y te perdona
pero yo que soy tu hermano no te puedo perdonar
yyy dime porque entre tantas alajas
falta la joya mas cara el retrato de mamaaa.
Mother's Portrait
Listen brother, I come to see you not to ask for anything
Even though I'm living poor, I appreciate the intention
That big car at the door, this mansion-like house
It shows what you professed, your position is high
This little living room we're in, decorated in a modern way
With its paintings that adorn it, costs a fortune
No, don't take out your wallet, I'm not here for money
But tell me, where is the portrait of mother?
(chorus)
Poor old lady, she who loved you so much
Who went as far as sacrifice to send you to study
You didn't even have the delicacy
To put up in the house the portrait of mother
From heaven she sees you and forgives you
But I, your brother, can't forgive you
And tell me why, among so many jewels
The most precious one is missing, the portrait of mother
(Brother, I just want to remind you that there are things that can't be bought. Like what? The heart)
Poor old lady, she who loved you so much
Who went as far as sacrifice to send you to study
You didn't even have the delicacy
To put up in the house the portrait of mother
From heaven she sees you and forgives you
But I, your brother, can't forgive you
And tell me why, among so many jewels
The most precious one is missing, the portrait of mother