A Mi Madre
Com los amigos que el oro me produjo
Las horas com afán pasaba yo
Y de mi bolsa al poderoso influjo
Todos gozaban de esplendente lujo
Pero mi madre, no
Pobre Madre! Yo de ella me olvidaba
Cuando em brazos del vicio me dormi
Un inmenso cortejo me rodeaba
De mis afectos, a nadie le faltaba
Pero a mi madre, sí
іHoy moribundo, em lágrimas deshecho!
Exclamó com dolor todo acabó
Al ver que gime angustiado pecho
Todos se alejan de mi pobre lecho
Pero a mi madre, no
Y cerca ya del último suspiro
Todos se alejan por lo que hay em mi
La vista em torno de mi lecho giro
Em mi triste redor a nadie miro
Pero a mi madre, sí
To My Mother
With the friends that gold produced for me
I spent the hours with eagerness
And under the powerful influence of my purse
Everyone enjoyed splendid luxury
But not my mother
Poor Mother! I forgot about her
When I fell asleep in the arms of vice
A huge entourage surrounded me
Of my loved ones, no one was missing
But my mother, yes
Today, dying, in tears and broken
I exclaimed with pain, everything is over
Seeing my anguished chest groan
Everyone moves away from my poor bed
But not my mother
And near the last breath
Everyone moves away because of what is in me
My gaze around my bed turns
In my sad surroundings, I see no one
But my mother, yes
Escrita por: Pedro Bonifacio Palacios / C. Gardel y J. Razzano