El Retrato de Mama
Bien hermano vine a verte
No es para pedirte nada
Si aunque pobre estoy viviendo
Te agradezco la intención
Ese gran carro en la puerta
Esta mansionada casa
Dice lo que profesaste
Es alta tu posición
Esta salita en que estamos
Decorada a lo moderno
Con sus cuadros que le adornan
Cuesta todo un dineral
No saques la cartera
No es por plata que yo vengo
Pero dime tu el retrato
De la vieja dónde está
Pobre vieja
Ella que tanto te quisó
Que llegó hasta el sacrificio
Para mandarte a estudiar
Ni siquiera
Te sobró delicadeza
Para poner en la casa
El retrato de mamá
Desde el cielo
Ella te ve y te perdona
Pero yo que soy tu hermano
No te puedo perdonar
Y dime
Por que entre tantas alhajas
Falta la joya más cara
El retrato de mamá
Pobre vieja
Ella que tanto te quisó
Que llegó hasta el sacrificio
Para mandarte a estudiar
Ni siquiera
Te sobró delicadeza
Para poner en la casa
El retrato de mamá
Desde el cielo
Ella te ve y te perdona
Pero yo que soy tu hermano
No te puedo perdonar
Y dime
Por que entre tantas alhajas
Falta la joya más cara
El retrato de mamá
Mom's Portrait
Hey brother, I came to see you
It's not to ask for anything
Even though I'm living poor
I appreciate the thought
That fancy car in the driveway
This mansion of a house
Says a lot about what you professed
Your status is pretty high
This little room we're in
Decorated all modern
With its paintings that adorn it
Costs a fortune, no doubt
Don't pull out your wallet
I'm not here for your cash
But tell me, where's the portrait
Of our old lady, where's it at?
Poor old lady
She who loved you so much
Who even made sacrifices
To send you off to school
Not even
Did you have the decency
To hang in your house
Mom's portrait, what a shame
From the heavens
She sees you and forgives
But me, being your brother
I can't forgive you, no way
And tell me
Why among all those jewels
Is the most precious gem missing?
Mom's portrait, where's it gone?
Poor old lady
She who loved you so much
Who even made sacrifices
To send you off to school
Not even
Did you have the decency
To hang in your house
Mom's portrait, what a shame
From the heavens
She sees you and forgives
But me, being your brother
I can't forgive you, no way
And tell me
Why among all those jewels
Is the most precious gem missing?
Mom's portrait, where's it gone?