La Venganza de Una Madre
En los pasillos de los despachos penales,
Una mujer se encuentra destrozada,
Mas de tres dias sin comer desesperada,
Brillan sus ojos,
Hay odio en su mirada
Pues le cambiaron del archivo los papeles,
Por un delito que su hijo no ha cometido,
Y los terrenos ganado,y la cosecha,
La pobre madre,todito habia vendido
Pasan los años,
Cae la cortina del tiempo,
Y la traicion parece se ha olvidado,
Alla en el rancho,una pobre madre llora,
Jura vengarse de un corrupto licenciado
Bajo a caballo,y en la casa mas preciada,
Ahi se detuvo y espero la madrugada,
Toditos duermen,no sospechaban nada,
Y su hijo preso menos lo imaginaban
Eran las doce y la luna apenas sale,
Ahora en su luz,aquella pobre madre,
Lleva en su mano empuñando una daga,
Con mano al cuello arrastra a aquel canalla
Al pie del cerro y en el árbol mas frondoso,
El se presto para la ansiada venganza,
Se hizo justicia ella por su propia mano,
Porque las leyes no resolvieron nada
A Mother's Revenge
In the hallways of the criminal offices,
A woman is shattered,
More than three days without eating desperate,
Her eyes shine,
There's hatred in her gaze
They changed the files in the archive for her,
For a crime her son didn't commit,
And the lands won, and the harvest,
The poor mother had sold everything
Years go by,
The curtain of time falls,
And the betrayal seems to have been forgotten,
There on the ranch, a poor mother cries,
Swears to avenge a corrupt lawyer
Riding on horseback, to the most precious house,
There she stopped and waited for dawn,
Everyone sleeps, they suspected nothing,
And her imprisoned son least expected it
It was midnight and the moon was barely rising,
Now in its light, that poor mother,
Holds a dagger in her hand,
With a hand on his neck, she drags that scoundrel
At the foot of the hill and in the lushest tree,
He offered himself for the long-awaited revenge,
She served justice by her own hand,
Because the laws resolved nothing
Escrita por: Carlos Coral