Dolor de Madre

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Poor woman has sad eyes
With sorrow and thinking that her son is not free
And even though he's guilty, for her he's innocent

It's a mother's pain for an unconscious son.

Poor woman who is always suffering
Carrying her cross without exhaling a lament
Poor woman always looking at the sky
Praying for him even though he's not a good son

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If you have your mother, don't make her suffer
For she has been the angel who always takes care of you
Take care of that woman and don't make her suffer
Or you will cry later for having to lose her.

I give you advice, start reflecting
On the harm you are causing to the woman who gave you life
Take care of that woman and don't make her suffer
Or you will cry later for having to lose her.

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