Adoro A Mi Madre
Adoro a mi madre
porque le gusta cantar
porque come cerezas
y ama las lentejuelas.
Adoro a mi madre
porque se viste de azul
porque se vuela de a ratos
a épocas intensas.
Porque ahuyentaba el miedo con sus manos
y abría valijas llenas de regalos
y no apagaba la luz hasta verme llegar,
hasta verme llegar.
Adoro a mi madre
porque me deja ser yo
porque vuelve a la vida
después de tantas guerras.
Adoro a mi madre
porque en un acto de amor
me puso a andar en las filas
de un mundo mejor.
Y porque es linda de pies a cabeza
y me enseñó el valor de la belleza,
me enseñó la realidad
de llorar por amor, de llorar por amor.
Madre, si me soltás me caigo
dicen que eso que llaman el cielo
se parece a tus ojos.
Madre, no quiero tener miedo
hay tanto para ver,
para andar, para hacer en el mundo.
Adoro a mi madre
porque revienta de luz
y desparrama pasiones
sobre esas calles grises.
Adoro a mi madre
porque recicla el dolor
porque renueva las fuerzas
desde esas cicatrices.
Y porque tuvo el mundo entre sus manos
y quedó suspendida en unos años
pero intenta renacer
cada vez que sale el sol.
Madre si me soltás me caigo
dicen que eso que llaman el cielo
se parece a tus ojos.
Madre no quiero tener miedo
hay tanto para ver,
para andar, para hacer en el mundo
I Adore My Mother
I adore my mother
because she likes to sing
because she eats cherries
and loves sequins.
I adore my mother
because she dresses in blue
because she flies away at times
to intense times.
Because she chased away fear with her hands
and opened suitcases full of gifts
and didn't turn off the light until she saw me arrive,
until she saw me arrive.
I adore my mother
because she lets me be me
because she comes back to life
after so many wars.
I adore my mother
because in an act of love
she set me walking in the ranks
of a better world.
And because she is beautiful from head to toe
and taught me the value of beauty,
taught me the reality
of crying for love, of crying for love.
Mother, if you let me go I fall
they say that what they call heaven
looks like your eyes.
Mother, I don't want to be afraid
there is so much to see,
to walk, to do in the world.
I adore my mother
because she bursts with light
and spreads passions
over those gray streets.
I adore my mother
because she recycles pain
because she renews strength
from those scars.
And because she had the world in her hands
and was suspended in a few years
but tries to be reborn
every time the sun rises.
Mother if you let me go I fall
they say that what they call heaven
looks like your eyes.
Mother I don't want to be afraid
there is so much to see,
to walk, to do in the world