Madrecita
Antonio Machín
Dear Mother
Beloved mother dear,
In my chest I carry a flower,
Don't mind the color it may have,
Because in the end you are a mother, a flower.
Your love is my treasure, dear mother,
In my life you have been and will be,
The refuge of all my sorrows,
And the cradle of love and truth.
Although I may have loves in life,
That fill me with happiness,
Like yours, my dear mother,
Like yours, I will not find.
Beloved mother dear,
In my chest I carry a flower,
Don't mind the color it may have,
Because in the end you are a mother, a flower.
Although I may have loves in life,
That fill me with happiness,
Like yours, my dear mother,
Like yours, I will not find.
Beloved mother dear,
In my chest I carry a flower,
Don't mind the color it may have,
Because in the end you are a mother, a flower.
