El Oficio de Ser Mama
La vi jugando frente a mi
Con su vestido a cuadrille
Cuando dejo caer de golpe
Su pañal sobre mis pies
La plastimasa de regalo
Y una manon en cada mano
Asi fue como yo me declare
Hola natalia, como estas?
Llego el momento de hablar
Deja de comerte los mocos
Y escuchame de verdad
Aunque yo estoy en prescolar
Y vos estes en el jardin
Hay algo que hoy yo te quiero decir
Quiero tenerte junto a mi
Y desnudarnos a escondidas
Cuando la seño no nos vea
Te hare el amor en el arenero del jardin
Te besare
Como nadie te ha besado hasta aqui
Vamos a hablar con mis papas
Vamos a hablar con tus papas
Ellos no tienen que apoyar
Si nos queremos casar
Y si nos dicen que no
Total yo se manejar
En mi triciclo veloz
Ambos podemos escapar
Pero el problema comenzo
Despues de la prueba de amor
A cada rato vomitaba
Y con frecuencia se mareaba
Su cuerpo comenzo a cambiar
Y en unos meses engordo
Y pensamos que era exceso de manon
Y una mañana en el jardin
Ella gritaba de dolor
Mientras la seño la atendia
Yo caminaba por el hall
Fumando inquieto sin saber
Que pasaria en el salon
De golpe escucho llantos
Y la puerta que se abrio
Es un varon
Te felicito juan manuel
Me saludaban las maestras
Y yo que nada lo podia entender cuando recorde
Esa mañana en que en la arena la ame
Vamos a hablar con mis papas
Vamos a hablar con tus papas
Ellos no tienen que apoyar
Si nos queremos casar
Y si nos dicen que no
Total yo se manejar
En mi triciclo veloz
Ambos podemos escapar
Vamos los tres a otro lugar
Para volver a empezar
Rendire libre prescolar
Y me pondre a trabajar
Vos cuidaras el bebe
Le cambiaras el pañal
Y le daras de mamar
Y poco a poco aprenderas
El oficio de ser mama
The Job of Being a Mom
I saw her playing in front of me
With her plaid dress
When suddenly she dropped
Her diaper on my feet
The play-doh as a gift
And a toy in each hand
That's how I declared myself
Hello Natalia, how are you?
The time has come to talk
Stop picking your nose
And listen to me for real
Even though I'm in preschool
And you're in kindergarten
There's something I want to tell you today
I want to have you by my side
And undress in secret
When the teacher doesn't see us
I'll make love to you in the sandbox of the garden
I'll kiss you
Like no one has kissed you before
Let's talk to my parents
Let's talk to your parents
They don't have to agree
If we want to get married
And if they say no
I know how to handle it
On my fast tricycle
We can both escape
But the problem started
After the test of love
She kept vomiting all the time
And frequently felt dizzy
Her body began to change
And in a few months she gained weight
And we thought it was too much candy
And one morning in the garden
She screamed in pain
While the teacher attended to her
I walked through the hall
Anxiously smoking, not knowing
What would happen in the classroom
Suddenly I hear cries
And the door opened
It's a boy
Congratulations Juan Manuel
The teachers greeted me
And I couldn't understand anything when I remembered
That morning when I loved her in the sand
Let's talk to my parents
Let's talk to your parents
They don't have to agree
If we want to get married
And if they say no
I know how to handle it
On my fast tricycle
We can both escape
The three of us will go to another place
To start over
I'll pass preschool
And I'll start working
You'll take care of the baby
Change his diaper
And breastfeed him
And little by little you'll learn
The job of being a mom
Escrita por: Pablo Granados