Señora Señora
A ti que me diste tu vida, tu amor y tu espacio
A ti que cargaste en tu vientre dolor y cansancio
A ti que peleaste con uñas y dientes
Valiente en tu casa y en cualquier lugar, a ti
Rosa fresca de abril a ti mi fiel querubin
A ti te dedico mis versos, mi ser, mis victorias
A ti mis respetos señora, señora, señora
A ti mi guerrera invencible a ti luchadora
Incansable, a ti mi amiga constante, de todas las horas
Su nombre es un nombre comun, como las margaritas
Siempre mi poca presencia constante en mi mente y
Para no hacer tanto alarde esa mujer de quien
Hablo es linda mi amiga, gaviota, su nombre es
Mi madre
A ti que me diste tu vida tu amor y tu espacio a
Ti que guardaste en tu vientre dolor y cansancio
A ti que peleaste con uñas y dientes
Valiente en tu casa y en cualquier lugar
A ti rosa fresca de abril, a ti mi fiel
Querubin, a ti te dedico mis versos, mi ser, mis
Victorias a ti mis respetos señora
Señora, señora
Y para no hacer tanto alarde de esa mujer de
Quien hablo es linda mi amiga, gaviota, su
Nombre es... Mi madre
Lady, Lady
To you who gave me your life, your love, and your space
To you who carried pain and exhaustion in your womb
To you who fought with nails and teeth
Brave in your home and anywhere else, to you
Fresh rose of April, to you my faithful cherub
To you I dedicate my verses, my being, my victories
To you my respects, lady, lady, lady
To you my invincible warrior, to you my fighter
Tireless, to you my constant friend, through all the hours
Her name is a common name, like daisies
Always my little presence, constant in my mind and
To not make too much fuss, that woman of whom
I speak is lovely, my friend, seagull, her name is
My mother
To you who gave me your life, your love, and your space
To you who held pain and exhaustion in your womb
To you who fought with nails and teeth
Brave in your home and anywhere else
To you fresh rose of April, to you my faithful
Cherub, to you I dedicate my verses, my being, my
Victories, to you my respects, lady
Lady, lady
And to not make too much fuss about that woman of
Whom I speak is lovely, my friend, seagull, her
Name is... My mother