Llorando Su Recuerdo
Querida viejita... yo kiero que sepas...
que al leer esta carta... es la pura verdad...
Hace mucho tiempo que estoY entre rejas..
y kien sabe cuando saldre en libertad..
De tantos amigos... que tube alquel día...
ninguno ha venido... a calmar mi dolor..
Por eso le pido a usted q es tan buena...
que me de un consuelo de su gran amor...
Y estoy aquí.. llorando su recuerdo...
ya no ahi consuelo para mi dolor...
Ya no tendré..sus manos entre mis manos...
a dios le pido.. que calme mi dolor...
Domingo a la tarde.. hora de visita..
de en vez de mi madre.. mi hermana llegó..
Vestida de luto.. y toda pobresita...
llorando me dijo.. mamita murió...
Te traje una foto... besala besala...
hace de cuenta hermano.. q te vino a ver...
Y aquel pobre preso.. callo de rodillas..
suplicandole al cielo... cuidala señor...
Y estoy aquí.. llorando su recuerdo...
ya no ahi consuelo para mi dolor...
Ya no tendré sus manos entre mis manos...
a Dios le pido.. q calme mi dolor...
Crying His Memory
Dear old lady... I want you to know...
that upon reading this letter... it's the pure truth...
It's been a long time since I've been behind bars..
and who knows when I'll be free again..
Of so many friends... that I had that day...
none have come... to calm my pain..
That's why I ask you, who are so kind...
to give me comfort from your great love..
And I'm here.. crying his memory...
there's no comfort for my pain...
I won't have his hands in mine anymore...
I ask God.. to calm my pain...
Sunday afternoon.. visiting time..
instead of my mother.. my sister arrived..
Dressed in mourning.. and all poor..
she cried and told me.. mom passed away..
I brought you a photo... kiss it kiss it...
pretend, brother.. that she came to see you..
And that poor prisoner.. fell to his knees..
pleading to heaven... take care of her, Lord..
And I'm here.. crying his memory...
there's no comfort for my pain...
I won't have his hands in mine anymore...
I ask God.. to calm my pain...